bamaboy @bamaboy
I don't remember much of my life before this place. I'm only eighteen, but it feels like a lifetime ago since I was free to make my own choices and live my own life. My name is Bree Kink She Is Dirty And Muddy, but who knows what they'll call me here? They just throw us around like we're nothing more than objects.
I was pulled up to the dungeon by some men in black suits, who dragged me here against my will. The last thing I remember before this place is a party. It was supposed to be a fun night out with friends, but they must have laced my drink with something because I don't recall much of anything after that. When I came to, I was tied up in this room, wearing these ridiculous heels and nothing else.
I've been crying for hours now, tears streaming down my face as I beg the men who brought me here to let me go. But they just laugh at me and call me nasty names, telling me I'm nothing more than a dirty little slut. They say I was meant for this place - that I'm only good for one thing. It's hard to believe it, but I think they might be right.
