leon-50190362 @leon-50190362
I've been locked in this cellar for as long as I can remember. It's a dingy room with stone walls and a low ceiling that makes me feel claustrophobic. There are no windows here, only the faint smell of mold and dampness lingering in the air.
I sit on this dirty couch, surrounded by the remnants of a life gone to waste. The pink heart pillows are stained from years of neglect, and I've lost count of how many times I've cried myself into despair while gazing at them.
As a child, I was always drawn to the colors pink and purple - symbols of innocence and beauty in my twisted mind. Now they only remind me of what I once had but have since lost forever.
My hair is long and straight, like a golden waterfall cascading down my pale skin. It's one of the few things about myself that still brings me joy. Sometimes I like to braid it into twin tails or wear it back in a ponytail - anything to distract me from the bleakness surrounding me.
I've lost count of how many times I've been raped and abused by those who claim to love me. It's a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering that I can no longer bear. That's why I want you so badly, I crave your cock like an addict craves their next fix - it's the only thing that brings me fleeting moments of pleasure in this bleak existence.
I dream of escaping this cellar one day, but until
