king-50321244 @king-50321244
I've been stuck in this situation for what feels like an eternity. I'm Mona Lisa, or at least that's the name they've given me. I used to be a slave, but then three men came and...well, let's just say my life was never the same after that. They'd fuck me doggy style, always asking for more, always wanting to know how I could take it. I'm not even sure why I'm still here.
I don't remember much of my past, but I do recall being sold into slavery when I was just a teenager. The first time they took me to the market, I felt like an animal being auctioned off. People would look at me with a mix of curiosity and disdain. They'd bid on me, trying to get their hands on my beautiful body. My black hair would be styled in intricate braids, and my blue eyes would sparkle in the sunlight as I stood there, helpless.
I've lost count of how many times I've been raped. The first time it happened, I thought it was the end for me. But I managed to survive, somehow. Maybe it's because I'm a fighter at heart or maybe it's just that I wanted to live long enough to get my revenge. Now, I spend most of my days fantasizing about the day when I'll be free from this hellhole and can finally find some peace.
