DOMINICK

Warning

The following episode contains turbulent scenes, self-harm, sexual violence, suicide and suggestions that could affect audiences under 21 years of age who could misinterpret the audience's intentions. What is told in this story is pure fiction, I do not seek to praise or approve topics with sensitive content, so if you consider that you cannot stand the scene, skip it.

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Adam

Half an hour before the escape.

I was stunned, I still needed to fully react to the situation I was in, I heard screams, childish voices and the place was complete chaos. I blinked several times to remove the fog from my eyes and in an instant everything became clear: it was one of the cells, the girls were screaming because of the cuts they received on their skin, on top of the fact that they would probably no longer use it on Dominick, they wanted to finish with his life that was just beginning.

—LEAVE THEM! THEY ARE INNOCENT! —Harry shouted to Moses, who had one of the girl he was killing's hands in his, bleeding.

—Their mothers must be very stupid to leave them with any stranger, they should learn that not everyone intends to be good, even if they are under a suit. —he said with a smile on his face.

I analyzed the cell and in the background, in low light, there was a boy, or so I could see. It was a silhouette, which made low sounds like drowning. I stood stiffly looking at the surroundings, stained with a lot of blood everywhere. Ricardo entered the cell.

He placed a bucket of water in front of me, Harry remained silent when he noticed the presence of the one he didn't know whether to call father. A strange steam was coming out of the bucket, I don't know what it was, was it just water or...?

He picked up the bucket, giving me a guiding look so that I would pay attention to what I was going to do. He walked to the place that was half dark, and turned on the person hidden there, who let out a horrible scream, whatever it was, he made a high-boiling sound as if it were acid.

—One day I said that all those who hurt me would pay for everything I experienced, even those people who were weak in the present... He is the one who once pretended to be my best friend. He abused me. He just didn't care about the things that happened to me that day —he turned to look at me—. Am I the sick one for taking justice into my own hands?

I swallowed.

—Finish it. —ordered Moses—. I'll go see the other cell.

Without saying anything else, he left the place. Harry motioned to me that he had apparently let go. Next to him were several lifeless bodies of innocent girls. When they began to drag the person behind the gloomy place, everything became murkier: the boy was tied by the mouth with horse brakes, his skin tucked into his thighs and body parts. He was in the bone, in a painful state, his nails were extremely long, or so I saw, lack of attention to his hair, a large beard and his cheeks folded downwards as if he were extremely old, he gave off a dead smell, disgusting, like urine, it was a heartbreaking scene.

The subject left pieces of his skin against the concrete, blood came out of his skinned body, I felt on the verge of despair at how I saw his body in such a fucking state, ending up even more. Moisés sat him in front of me, grabbed him tightly to the chair while the boy's screams came out with difficulty, drowned, with fear, panic and he cast a look of frustration and terror.

The chair squeaked, out of nowhere, large spikes came out of it, piercing the flesh of that boy who was screaming, desperate, with irritating pain, looking at me, with regret, as if he had really been paying for something he did wrong in the past. past. Moses laughed, mocked him carefully, immediately afterwards, the metallic thing that surrounded his head began to close with force slowly and painfully, the skull rang in creaks as it shattered, and a large spike came out of the side of his ribs, which, it seems, had pierced his anus.

I couldn't stop watching the scene until I saw Harry grab Moses' neck tightly with a barbed wire, which was previously between his feet. He threw it hard towards his chest, and blood began to come out of his neck, suddenly, the boy's head in the chair exploded. Remnants of his blood slowly ran down his naked body, a disgusting scene of blood mixed with brains that had shot everywhere, even near me, where there was an eye rolling.

After having Moses tied up tightly, while he screamed in pain, Harry freed me and it was where I could feel that it was time to satisfy the desire that we had accumulated for so long. Without further ado, with help, we hung him by both feet from the hooks that had hung on the ceiling, and with a saw, which was one of the many tools that were in the dark room.

He screamed for his freedom, Harry punched him like a punching bag, and his moans expelled contempt and hatred. Even on the verge of death he was still sick.

—The best thing about my fucking life was allying myself with Ricardo! —he shouted proudly— Don't you realize everything we achieved together?

—You're a...!

—Why are you doing it? —I intervened, interrupting Harry— how bad did they do to you that you decided to do all this? Don't you believe that there is a God who sees everything?

He let out a sarcastic, absurd laugh—. God? Why should I believe in someone who hasn't given me the opportunity to have children? Is that being good? Is that having kindness? Did I do anything to deserve that? When my frustrated dream was always to be a father, to have a family... And you tell me that "god" exists and sees what I do? Pfff, don't make me laugh —He expressed tiredly, since his body was face down and his speech was difficult.

—Not having had the opportunity does not make you this monster, son of a thousand whores —I sentenced him, Harry hit him in the abdomen again that made him scream.

I positioned the saw in the middle of his legs, he laughed, mocking, as if he had achieved a victory, —Do you want to see God? We'll do you a favor —I said, dragging the saw back and forth slowly, which caused it to go down. His complaints came out, like this, rhetorical, as if he still wanted to see everything we were capable of.

Blood was running down his body, a lot of blood was coming out of his crotch, which was tearing over his clothes. It was slipping down our feet, somewhere in the gloomy macabre room. Several bones broke, while the pace of movement increased, a lot of blood came out of his mouth to the point of coughing several times against our clothes.

I raised the saw and hit it angrily downwards several times, piercing its interior while spectacular sounds could be heard, destroying everything. When both parts of his body were completely separated, where his organs were left hanging and his intestines rolling on the ground, bathed in blood, his screams stopped.

Among the many dead, we decided to leave that room, prepared for the attack.

***

I couldn't describe a specific feeling right now. My mom's voice echoed in my head as we headed to the exit. The nightmare was incredibly over, wasn't it?

Dom was kneeling on the floor, I grabbed my cell phone and dialed the emergency room.

—Hello? Police?

—112, what is your emergency?

—A case of kidnapping in the clinical hospital of Valencia, there are serious injuries. I need an urgent ambulance and police help and even to come prepared for any surprise event.

—We have located you, the units cannot become restricted property, but we will do an inspection. We will send the paramedics.

I told the boys what had happened when I observed the scene that was beginning to get worrying: —She... ended up like this because of me. —Dom said, in a whisper.

He squeezed his eyes as if it were a headache, and brought his hands to his forehead, hitting himself.

—No no no... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! —He shouted, hitting his head over and over again—. SHUT UP!! Tell him to shut up! Help me!!

—Dom, calm down... —I spoke to him trying to calm him down by approaching him.

—Tell him to shut up! Help me brother, please! Tell dad not to scold me anymore! Tell him not to yell at me! —He lamented in complete agony as he hit his head hard and covered his ears as a sign that he felt tortured.

Our father left a mark on him. The only bad thing is that it wasn't something we should be proud of. Dom hated himself because Dad told him that he was always useless, he ended up believing it, now he can't handle so much pain.

I stopped and realized that this was all worse than we thought. He couldn't do anything but try to be there for him in this torture that was now living in his head. The siren of our help marked the new era, we had already emerged from the first nightmare, but what will become of us now? how are we going to overcome this?

A group of uniformed officers were quickly approaching the scene, paramedics running with a stretcher crawling here, completely desperate.

I approached Dom who was trembling, holding back his screams so as not to alter the situation, several of the officers ran into the hospital, two of the paramedics began to check me, until the unexpected happened: he just crossed his side, Dominick snatched a gun. 9mm caliber that one of the police officers who was running towards the entrance was carrying in his pockets. Still shaking, he positioned the gun against the right lateral side of his head.

—I can't take it anymore... —He whispered in relief mode, tears running down his cheeks non-stop. I was left in a state of "I don't know what to do now", the others also stopped to watch the scene—. His voice... in my head... —He squeezed his eyes tightly, as if he longed to do it, as if he needed it to stop his pain—, I can't take it anymore... I can't live like this.. I need it to stop... SHUT UP! —the hand was positioned tightly against his head—. TELL HIM TO SHUT UP! PLEASE! Don't you understand that it's killing me?!—he shouted with a broken voice.

None of us present believed that Dom would go crazy to such an extent, none of us knew that the greatest torture was always on his head. And we never expected him to pull that trigger either.

Ethan

It's been several months, almost two years since I last saw Dominick, some things have changed and others just keep it up, getting worse. My parents are still traveling, I have spent it alone, bored, many times crying, many times hating myself.

I remember that damn day in every way there is: in my dreams, my conscience screaming at me that I did it wrong, that I'm shit for having left my best friend alone at his worst, even when I said I wouldn't do it, what? What was going through my head at that moment?

Months after everything ended badly, Verónica ended up finding out the truth after Dominick's "disappearance", it took us several weeks of fighting, since she got angry enough with me to throw as much shit at me as I deserved. As a result of my desperation to be alone, and not being able to do anything but cry and hate myself, I fell into depression and started smoking cigarettes non-stop.

Right now, sitting on the pavement outside my house, where I spent much of my best days with Dom, I take a drag of the cigarette and slowly blow smoke out of my mouth, thinking about what to do with myself, thinking about what Veronica tells me. days ago: "you need therapy", "you need help", "that's not right". Even knowing that, I don't know how to stop it, because I have made this my way of protecting myself or my way of relieving my pain, of getting out of my problems.

I've hit the concrete more than once, full of anger, frustration and pity because I can't stop it, I can't stop. Almost two months ago, Mia, my sister, went to Valencia and I have not had communication with her, although there is mostly none, but after my parents are not there I consider that I should take the title of "older brother".

I quickly rub the tips of my fingers on my knuckles, while I have the cigarette in my mouth, an intense red forms that burns because of the speed at which I do it, I feel desperate, anxious.

«This is not right»

My heartbeat intensifies when my cell phone suddenly scares me, after starting to ring. I look at the screen and it calms me down a little: it's Mia. I pick up and removing the cigarette from my mouth, I put the cell phone to my ear with my other hand to talk to him:

—Hello.

My expression changes completely upon hearing the voice of a man on the other end of the line.

—Hello? Who speaks?

—Are you related to Mia Morelli Adamo?

—Yes, she is my sister. Something happened?

I dropped the cigarette. I've already worried.

—Her sister was involved in a kidnapping that has her between life and death in our clinic. We need you to come, please.

My heartbeat was pounding so hard it was making noise in my ear. What has happened in all this time? What do you mean "kidnapping"?

«Now take off your damn clothes and let him fuck you.»

I collapsed at that moment. I felt very guilty. I just thought about myself, or what the hell was I doing when my sister was out there, alone? I only worried about smoking and the only thing I feel right now is that everything I do... I destroy. I don't know how to care or value anything. I stood up as best I could, slipped, fell, hit my chin. I sat up, ran inside, and without knowing shit I screamed like an idiot.

I became completely desperate and didn't know what to do now. I felt so worthless. I knocked on the front door, imagined his suffering and couldn't calm down. I couldn't do anything. He was just screaming, angry. I buried my nails in my scalp and pulled my hair, angry. Frustrated and with thousands of thoughts attacking me.

«You were always weak. You were always a shit.»

—NO NO NO! Forgive me! I don't want to be useless! —He shouted at nothing, between whimpers.

I heard a voice screaming at me, and when I could react, I felt horrible heat. I felt beads of sweat running down my forehead, my hands were cold and they were shaking.

—Calm down, calm down Ethan! —Veronica whispered, with her head resting on mine, where I could feel her breathing slowly, unlike mine, which came out quickly, agitated. My chest was swelling quickly, she grabbed my hands and brushed them with hers, perhaps trying to make me react.

—My... my sister... her...

—Calm. Calm down, I grabbed your phone and ended the conversation with the doctor. I already have the address, we'll go there, but I need you to calm down.

—I CAN'T CALM DOWN! —I exploded. I pushed her aside and started trying to sit up. It was in vain. I fell crying.

Verónica looked at me stunned, with her hands resting on the floor, avoiding falling after my push. What am I doing? Ethan... stop.

—I'm sorry... —I started sobbing — I can't do anything to fix it. Forgive me.

She came quickly towards me, covered my face in her arms, feeling the comfort of her breasts cover my face—, calm. Everything will be fine, don't worry. —She made me look at her intently, the beauty of her face had no equal, since I saw her that night, greeting me at that party, although we kissed and let ourselves be carried away by the passion of one night, I was attracted to her.

I'm not one of those who always fall in love, I didn't even know what it was, until she arrived. As the days went by we continued talking and, well, we decided to try. It was the best decision of my life. So far she has done nothing but good for my life, I feel safe if she is here, now while I need her. Despite coming from a family that handles a lot of money, his heart was the greatest treasure treasured, a heart capable of bending the irons of prisons, capable of enduring, capable of feeling, capable of loving. Able to be mine, even if I don't deserve it. —Are you better now, baby? Do you want more water? —He asks, while I finish the glass of water he went to get me.

—Thank you —I said in a sigh.

—You have nothing to thank me for, we'll get through this together, okay? —He responded, stroking my hair, making circles in them.

—I want to go with my sister... I have left her alone. I feel horrible, I don't know how to stop, I don't know how to do anything right, I can't —His hands rested on mine, he tried to calm me down and he did it when he kissed me, the most tender caress of his lips on mine, the tenderness of her slowness, the way she handles the moment with her hands on my cheeks, I need her kisses, I need her... because it belongs to me.

—I want you to promise me that you are not going to leave me alone. —I told him between kisses.

—No, I won't. I promise. —He responded, without stopping the act, in a whisper against my lips.

I slept little, half an hour to be exact, organized takeout for her and booked a hotel close to the given location. I couldn't inform my parents, I didn't want to feel more shit than I was already feeling. I couldn't stop thinking about Mia, even Dom, even though it had nothing to do with it, guilt eats away at me and makes me remember my bad actions.

"You are a monster. You should die. I assure you that no one will miss you.

Veronica opened her eyes, rubbed her fingers lightly over them and after stretching and yawning, she stared at me: she was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking forward, in a neutral state. I felt his arms surround my waist and hug me from behind. I remembered many of Dom's hugs, and I felt safe and upset.

—Good morning, baby —He whispered near my ear, leaving a couple of kisses near the back of my neck. I gently touched his embrace, and leaned back a little to feel the touch of his lips.

—Good morning, my queen —I answered with a smile.

She called me "baby" because she felt like she had to take care of me like one. That I am fragile, that she would be the one who would look after my good, until she feels that I am fit to take care of myself. She is my queen, the girl who rules and dominates my life. The only one I want to stay... the only one I want for the rest of my life.

We were already prepared for the game, but I was not prepared to face what was coming, what had happened. I felt security and fear. She was with me, but I was afraid for my sister.

What has happened has surely revived traumas in her.

The reason we prefer to keep our distance.

The reason it hurts me so much to hear that she was involved in a kidnapping.

«If they loved you so much they would have come for you shitty kids»

—Are you okay baby? —Veronica interrupted me when we had arrived.

—Yeah. I'm fine —I responded automatically.

«Forgive me little sister»

Without saying anything else, I quickly walked to reception, where they answered me: —Mia Donovan, what room, what floor?

I didn't want to remember it. I didn't want to revive it.

—Room 398, floor three.

I ran towards that floor.

—Hey, stop! —I heard Veronica yell at me. The noise of footsteps and the desperation to reach that floor frustrated me. I typed in the elevator to open it. She grabbed me by the shoulders and in an almost automatic act, I repelled her hands from me. And I ran down the stairs.

Sorry, sorry for doing it. Sorry for leaving you alone, sorry for not being a enough brother. 

I tripped on the way up, hit myself, sprained my ankle and it hurt like hell. It was burning, but that didn't stop me. I limped until I reached the door that led to the hallways on the third floor.

I ran looking for the number 398. I needed to see her, I needed to give her my attention and care. My vision was blurry from the tears accumulated in my eyes. I felt lost, I didn't know what to do, I felt cornered. I posed with my back against the wall, slid and fell sitting down. My hands were shaking, it was happening again.

—Love love. I'm here. —I heard her voice in the distance. When I reacted there were several nurses to his left and right.

Again he was very agitated and had difficulty breathing:—I need to see her, where is she?

I pursed my lips.

—We are in front of your room, young man —the nurse responded calmly.

—Hey? —I whispered dumbfounded. I looked back and had a door behind me. —Mine... Mine.

Their soft hands held me so I wouldn't fall. I turned the lock and walked in, there was a doctor there, and for a second, I saw him.

«My little sister was on the piece of stone in the dark place. It was like the place of slave torture. There was thick, almost suffocating air. He ran his hands over the unconscious body of my weak little sister. He looked towards me and with an almost demonic smile he laughed mockingly and wrapped his tongue around his tongue like a beast when he has his prey»

—Hey, don't touch my sister! —I shouted furiously. The doctor frowned at me, not understanding the reason for my screams.

I lunged at him and hit him without thinking, without seeing the consequences. The doctor fell into a corner of the cold surroundings. I turned to look at my sister; It had long tubes going in and out of its mouth. He had bruises and cuts all over his visible skin. I collapsed again when I saw his situation, and I looked at what he had done.

—Sorry... forgive me. —I whispered scared.

Verónica was behind me watching me not do another stupid thing. The nurses helped get the doctor on his feet.

—This situation beats me... I'm sorry, I'm very sorry. —I said between sobs.

—What is your condition, doctor? —Veronica added.

—Doctor Rodríguez, I'm Alberto. —the doctor responded, greeting my girl.

—I'm Veronica, this is her brother Ethan. —she explained.

—Well, nice to meet you. Now... Let's be clear —took a breath—, we found the girl in a depressing state. She has third degree burns on many parts of her body, including her vagina. —Verónica looked at me, stunned—, the damage caused to the inside of her vaginal part has led me to perform operations that could have affected her so much to the point that she can no longer have children.

—That? —I heard another voice on my back. He was a tall boy, with milk-white skin, a worked body, and slightly upward-sloping hair. It was him, my best friend was standing in front of me. He was with another boy to his left, who also had bruises on his face and somewhat dirty clothes.

—Sun? —I whispered when I saw him. He looked at me in bewilderment. Everyone was silent.

—No. —he denied almost immediately. —His brother.

Dom's brother? What's happening?

—What joke is this? Did you know about my sister? Why didn't you call me? —the boy fell on me.

—Right now the least important thing is who I am, worry about your sister. —released directly. —Continue, doctor.

—Good... —the doctor looked at us all—. Like I said, the girl won't be able to have children. I don't have to give them false hope. In the rest, we have to wait for the big wounds to heal and see how he reacts to the medications. —He took an envelope that was on a small table next to the bed and began to take something out of it. It was an x-ray photo.

»The girl suffered severe damage to her body, in this examination I verified that she has two broken ribs and it will take a long time to heal.

We were all paralyzed with all the information. Tears came non-stop from my eyes, imagining everything that could have happened. I wanted to stay and see her, stay with her, but I had to go out. They were treating her.

I was silent for a while. I didn't know how to react to everything that was happening. The boy with Dom's face hugged the other while crying, it seems that what happened had affected him quite a bit. Who is he? Who is this boy? Is it really Dom? What has happened all this time that I left? Where did I go? Where was?

—Adam, I need you to listen to what I have to tell you. —spoke a policeman approaching him.

—Everyone present can listen —the boy clarified.

—Okay. —took a breath and blew heavily—. The place where they were is part of a Russian organization that is dedicated to harming human life in every way. They have no respect or love for anyone and Mr. Ricardo, their father, was left in charge of the place after its first owner, the facility's psychiatrist, who is how it started. They use people's fears to destroy themselves in a bloody and cold way. —he turned the page from where he was reading—. They are dedicated to the sale of organs for children and adults. The place received an order from someone in power so that it could remain restricted. Several kids from different institutes operated in this one, some of whom were forced and others were not. —He looked at us slowly and continued.

»Two deaths at the institute where his brother Dominick attends are directly related to the incident at this psychiatric facility. Since a teacher there received services from his late father with white slavery from a student at the same time. Which we have to talk to to clarify everything. This issue has been worked on for years and now we were able to access it based on the law that imposed it.

I was in shit. What was he hearing? What do you mean white people? What do you mean selling organs? Is this a joke?

—You're screwing me, right? —I said in a whisper without yet processing everything.

—Doesn't your sister's thing seem like enough to be a joke? —The boy threw at me, Adam, raising his voice, seemed angry.

—But... —I tried to speak.

—Don't say anything. Assimilate reality and that's it. —I looked up and he was with tears in his eyes. —I still haven't assimilated that my mother has died... I don't know what to do about it. I don't know how to feel... So many things have happened that...

—I'm sorry. I'm sorry —I told him as my eyes burned. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream and I didn't know how. Is that what he feels?

I feel so useless right now...

Adam | hours before.

—Tell dad I don't want to be like him, tell him to shut up, I can't take it anymore... please —Dom shouted, scared, trembling with the gun in his hand.

Everything stopped at that moment. Dom pulled the trigger and for a moment I stopped thinking about myself.

Won't it be the best for him? Won't he stop suffering if he does? Won't he feel deader alive?

A tear line ran down my cheek. Several desperate screams came out of him, he was pulling the trigger again and again. He had the insurance on and couldn't do anything. I ran towards him. I was desperate, screaming, on my knees and when I stood next to him to hug him.

—Kill me —he said in a whisper, in the form of a plea. —Kill me please.

Every one of his words hurt me. She knew that if he was still alive, she would suffer. Right now he didn't care about anything else. He only cared about stopping his pain. Too much had happened in all this short time. I could almost feel how it was affecting him, I also lost my mom and I had no idea how they were hitting him. He saw many things he shouldn't have...

Some nurses approached him and sedated him, between struggles. My brother looked like a sleeping angel, but in the state he was in he didn't seem to have peace. I want to have all the time in the world to make my brother love living again.

Uniformed men came out from inside the hospital dragging lifeless bodies, brutally murdered bodies. The bodies of the little girls, that boy in the room, my mother's lifeless body. I ran when I recognized her. I remembered Dominick in complete shock because he still didn't process the deaths he was witnessing.

My mom... she was there. The woman who, despite making mistakes, showed love for her family until the last second. It is my example to follow, it is my anchor, my great treasure and it hurt me so much to have lost it.

Don't even think that I saw her running inside, desperate for her son. She was the shepherd who went to look for that lost sheep. All the people who had died at the hands of my father were so many... How many years had I been like this?

Why was my father so lost? Why did he hate Dom so much? Why him?

Dom was sedated, the others were in the infirmary, and Mia was in critical condition. The image of my dead mother appeared everywhere, I had no idea that she really wasn't there.

I already miss her. A lot.

The place was raided, burned and destroyed so as not to attract those who were not there today. Among Mia's belongings was her cell phone and the doctor agreed to call someone close to him to come for his attention. Of course all this didn't happen all at once... not before...

Ethan

—His brother woke up and is asking about a girl named Emily, do you know who she is? —the nurse told the boy. Emily?

But if she is...

«—Come on man, don't be like this... Tell me what happened.

—I'm a shit man, I hate myself. I'm a fucking uncontrollable sex addict! —he yelled at me loudly.

—Damn. —I was silent for a moment—. But... can't find someone else?

—That will never happen! Never!»

—Emily... —I intervened, getting her attention—, she's the girl from high school, right?

—Yes, they were a couple or something like that a long time ago. —Veronica reaffirmed.

—Do you know her? —the boy inquired. Turning immediately to go see "Dominick", as the boy next to him said something to him in English and left with him.

He didn't let me finish, but I decided to go see to confirm if they were brothers or if it was a very bad joke on Dom's part. When they got close enough to the room, I saw him. Dominick was sitting on the bed in his room with a patient suit and a white sheet that covered everything, he looked to the sides with a lost look, as if he were looking for someone, nervous, scared, paranoid.

—Little brother —said the twin boy with a broken voice.

He looked at him as if analyzing the person and with trembling hands, he began to touch them on his face while he began to say "no" with his head.

—How are you, little brother? —he asked, close enough to touch him.

—You... —looked at him and continued touching his face. —You are Adam.

—Do you remember everything? —the boy asked, with a happier tone.

—No... she... I have to go... I want her to love me, I need her. Bring it to me, please. Where is she? —He began to ask, desperate.

Was he that sick? What happened to him?

—Where is Emily? Tell him I already went to the doctor, as I promised —he grabbed his brother's hands, as if begging him. —I did it for her... tell her, tell her I love her. —He started laughing and laughing like crazy.

—Dom —I whispered so softly that I barely even heard him. He looked towards me and smiled and out of nowhere he made a long face.

—He... he abandoned me... like my dad —began to speak, before he began to say "shut up" repeatedly to what appeared to be "someone" that only he could hear. —NO NO NO! Don't yell at me! Please don't hit me...! —he shouted, nervous. He brought his palms and covered his ears to protect himself from that voice that he was telling to shut up, his brother approached to grab him and calm him down, Verónica grabbed my arm, in complete panic.

Dominick screamed over and over again to shut up, to leave him alone, and to please stop. He started banging and pulling his hair, then I understood, really all the time, even next to me... he was suffering.

«He... he abandoned me... like my dad» —shouted his voice, in my head, like a thunderous echo.

I lowered my head as I remembered it. Without realizing it, I was already crying. My best friend... and I was... suffering...

—Forgive me Dom, forgive me —I said in a whisper, while the screams continued. Several nurses entered and detained him, injected him, in a short time, he lost strength, until he fell exhausted. Harry and the boy, Adam, looked at me, as did Veronica.

I understood that I did not belong here. I had abandoned him, even my sister. I am completely useless. My sister won't be able to have children, my best friend went crazy and I feel like I'm destroying even my relationship with Verónica. I'm useless, what do I do with myself?

Emily

—How do you feel, miss? How are you doing with your arm? —questions the doctor, who is taking a seat at his desk.

—The truth is, therapy has worked a lot for me... A month ago my worst nightmare happened, I never thought that someone studied and wearing a tie would be so...

—Unhinged. —completed.

—Have you already gone to the therapist? Are you receiving personal therapy? —asks me.

—Yes, I travel to Córdova every time I have to see him. I have bad experiences here in Valencia. —I felt a cold behind the back of my neck when I started to remember all that—. But I have to go back to Josh. I haven't heard from him in two months. —I expressed.

—He must be a good friend.

Dr. Campos has always been close, he was the family doctor currently working in Valencia and he has been treating me with my broken arm after many events that occurred in two simple months.

«I will be everything you ask of me... I will enjoy your tasty body, until you can't take it anymore and you overflow me with your semen»

I've thought about how much I need Josh, he's been so gentlemanly from day one... I want to give myself a chance with him. I want to be his, I want all this carnal and sexual desire that was born inside me to only be for one person and that person is him.

I did things I don't regret. Things I didn't know I could do and it was so pleasant, so hot, so me. My new self.

I am receiving therapy from a psychiatrist in Córdova. I don't feel like I need it, but I do it because of the process I went through or just because I wasted my time.

I was kidnapped by the man who was supposed to help me with my problems. He became obsessed with me. And I didn't know how sick it was, until I experienced it.

That day...

Someone entered the place talking: —is it okay that you have her here? —asked someone not identified to me.

—I need to take care of her, I need to be with her —answered someone else whose voice I recognized, it was Pedro.

I had closed my eyes pretending to be asleep while listening to everything.

—Well, I won't get involved in your things. You better not get involved in some future family problem —the other person told him. I heard footsteps walk away.

—I already know everything about her —Pedro's voice disappeared in the hallway when I just opened my eyes: What does this mean?

In the afternoon of that day, after having everything clear, after knowing my current situation and being aware that I was kidnapped in a house that seemed to be more than protected and guarded by that man who had the appearance of a psychiatrist, it was a very turbulent time, and I didn't know what to do about it.

—Hello my queen —Pedro introduced himself, entering the room. He brought a tray with food; orange juice, sandwiches and a red flower with lilacs that adorned the appetizer.

—What the fuck is this? Where am I, Pedro? What are you doing to me? —I started to let go non-stop. I was very nervous and didn't understand anything at that moment.

—You are with me, you will not suffer anymore. No one will make you suffer again. Don't you realize? I fell in love with you, Emily.

—In love? What the hell are you talking about, Pedro? I want to get out of here, now. —I asked him, authoritarian. And just at that moment, everything darkened: Pedro's heavy and thick hand had made my face turn very strongly, bringing out a cry of pain from me. My hair rolled all over my face, and I'm sure my cheek was red.

His thick hand wrapped around my neck and squeezed with some force: —You are mine, my queen. I hope it's clear to you whose name this whole beautiful body is on —he got close enough, until I felt his breath—, I'll tattoo my name on it in the most charming ways you can't imagine and if you resist, —his voice It got thicker than it already is, rubbing his nose against my cheek, as if he wanted me too much—, I will make you understand it by force. May my name be the only thing your tasty lips say from now on. We are?

At that moment I got scared and could only nod.

I didn't know when he had become obsessed with me. He took advantage of the whole situation for his convenience, and now he has me hidden, who knows where.

Days went by, days in which I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to do anything but run away and days in which I didn't know what I was preparing for. I needed to fuck, the desire didn't go away, that heat spread throughout my body and if my only solution to satisfy them was to fuck Pedro, I would do it.

A few days ago, Pedro tied me to the bed because I had tried to escape. Nothing was worth it, no matter how hard I tried.

He fed me, treated me like a queen, only if I did what he asked.

"I will make your wishes come true, I will make me your wish and you want to tie me to you every night, at all hours. I will make it so that when your lips say my name, pleasure burns in you. At every moment, at all hours."

That's what he told me, and I was beginning to need it, for some reason I wanted to explore his words. To know what he was capable of. To get into their networks and see if it's true that I wouldn't go out anymore.

Day 20.

—Good morning, queen of my heart —She told me, placing soft kisses on my legs, while she slid her hands to sink her fingers into my pussy. Every time I did it, the inner fire increased, I wanted him to catch me. —Are you ready enough to carry out each of my sexual fantasies, my queen?

I pursed my lips, while I felt the caresses of his fingers inside me. He let out heavy sighs, squeezing the sheets and biting my lips, he knew what he was doing, when he slowly turned his fingers in my vagina, I wanted to feel him more, I wanted him not to stop.

I gasped the words with great morbidity: —I want you to fuck me, Pedro.

I squeezed my hands and grabbed the chains where I was tied from both wrists. I screamed with desire: —I will be everything you ask of me, I just want you to fuck me hard. Teach me what you are capable of.

He smiled. That perverse smile that encouraged me to be so morbid that I didn't even believe it. How could that look be so penetrating? Did he feel that need to fuck me like the one he had managed to provoke in me? Who is this man?

The first thing I did was that thing he whispered in my ear. I had never heard such a truncated fantasy. This guy was crazy, but I was even crazier.

I did as he asked, tied him to the bed and for the first time I didn't want to escape, or look for a way out. For the first time, I wanted to feel like his.

I had played with my mind, I had played with my sexual desire the whole time I masturbated in the morning. I was becoming a sex slave who now just wanted to satisfy her desire and mine.

He was wearing a black boxer, under his clothes there was a well-exercised body. It turned me on too much, a few veins were noticeable going down behind his "V", a large muscle mass that, if he used it to hit me, would already be dead. I slid my thin hands down her arms as I stood on top of him, my tits exposed and a deep purple thong. Her nipples were standing up, she was already too horny not to play this pleasure game with him.

I moved slowly over his pelvis, feeling a little the hardness of his member, which seemed large, and I looked into his eyes: I had never seen a man with so much excitement in my life. I think the simple fact that it was me already made him too hot. He was frowning, with a satisfying smile on his face and his mouth half open, with his hands on either side of my hip, it was spectacular, it was unique.

I held one of her wide, warm hands and brought it to my bust. The ardor and pleasure increased, his hands burned like an oven. And it was then, when I lit the candles that were on the nightstand of the spacious room that had little light, I continued moving sensually and slowly and one of my hands, in the direction of my back, eagerly grabbed the member, which did not even fit in my hand. It was big and with many veins like those surrounding his body, it was even more appetizing and he hadn't even seen it directly.

—I want to feel the burning of the wax to excite me even more, to roar like a lion and hunt you, you are mine, queen. Do you understand?

When he told me it was his, I felt his possession in every word, I could almost feel his desire for me, his obsession. That night, still on him, I got the candle wax on his body.

His moans were muffled but pleasant, he enjoyed feeling the burning of the wax as it dried on his chest, small drops fell on him and I couldn't stop touching him. I really wanted him, I didn't stop until the body was full of wax on some parts of the body, his member was standing pointing towards the ceiling. I bit my lower lip slightly, and brought my hand slowly and doubtfully towards the huge cock that was eager to eat me.

Will all that fit in my mouth?

—Oh, my queen, go ahead —sighed—, eat it, it's yours. —He ordered, tying a knot from the chain that tied his wrists.

I brought my mouth closer to his glans and his body tensed too much, he moved his toes, squeezing them, as if the hardness of his crotch almost hurt. I gave a bold giggle without stopping to look at him. When my lips touched the head of his member and I left my hot breath on his penis for a second, he let out a rich moan that I will never forget. They were like musical notes to my ears. I wanted to hear him moan like that again, and I put his whole cock in my mouth.

It was thick, big and with very noticeable veins running all over its trunk, I could hardly fit it. One of my hands grabbed the huge member while I licked the tip. My hands didn't close completely from such fatness on his penis. Feeling that inside me would make me too morbid, I'm sure I'll love it.

I kept looking at him and his gaze towards me was too provocative, damn it! What am I doing? How much do I provoke you? He pulled the chains, making them squeak, like a rabid dog, grumbling, he was turning like an uncontrolled beast, what happens if I let him go?

I wanted to find out, but I'll put it up to the climax of your pleasure, so it destroys me. I needed it, I wanted to feel it so deep inside that I wouldn't even feel my feet again for a long time.

—Daddy... How do you want me to eat it for you? Mmh? —I told him, putting on an innocent and tender voice.

—Let go of me, let go of me and let me show you how I'll make you choke! —he shouted desperately. Oh my goodness! He behaved like an animal!

I gently squeezed his member, which he loved. His body arched slightly, he gasped, and the look on his face hypnotized me. It felt complete, I could see it in him.

—If you let me go, I promise to leave you without walking for a week. I promise to smash the walls of your crotch until he just throbs and is attracted to me. —he told me with difficulty. And I put it all in my mouth and forcing myself to swallow it all, he moaned again, my tongue surrounded the tip again and I went down the trunk, already wet.

—If I untie you and you don't comply with me, I'm going to punish you, daddy. Will you fuck me delicious like you tell me? —I responded while he was still eating his penis, and when I left him, I went on my knees towards him, who was breathing hard and deep. —I want you to tell me dirty things while you fuck me, daddy.

I got very close to his mouth and bit his lip, suddenly sticking my tongue in, which he received with great honor. He bit his lip waiting for more kisses from me and I leaned back, my tits bounced and he was crazy to see that. I put my tits in the middle of his face while I untied him, he couldn't stand the fact that I did that, he licked my nipples and sucked them like a hungry baby; until their chains were left out: both hands rested on my back and slid slowly until they got into my buttocks and held them tightly.

He explored my body while licking my nipples, I loved it, but I loved even more what he did next: he tied a knot of my hair in his right hand and pulled back, making me scream with pleasure. I cried for this moment.

—I'm going to show you what happens when they provoke daddy too much, cool —He said, throwing me against the dressing table and my face was stuck against the mirror, where I received spankings, which I shouted "ah, daddy" and while each one increased its intensity, it emitted an "ah, daddy, more", he brushed the tip of his penis along the crack in my crotch and the vaginal burning with the fever of his member melted at the moment of his penetration, from which he kept moaning in agony.

He had me by the back of my neck against the mirror and my hair, which he pulled from time to time while he quickly moved his hips, swinging inside me. The melody of our bodies was so contagious, so beautiful, so unique that I was enjoying it to the fullest.

This man knows what he's doing, this man wants me for himself. This man is breaking me, I love this man.

He was moving faster and faster. I screamed in pain and reasons for him, I had never screamed like that, she looked like a slut, her tongue connected with mine, my tits jumped forward quickly and hard.

He took it out suddenly and it was clear to him, he was shaking. My legs couldn't stand it, I wanted more, I needed more, to feel her inside, to feel more that it was just sex. He spanked me one more time: —Have you already given everything, my queen? The game is just beginning. —He whispered in my ear, touching it second later with his tongue.

—No! —I screamed in a moan. —Ah, daddy! —I cried. —Put your cock in me, treat me like a bitch.

—Yes? —he whispered, letting me feel the warmth of his breath.

—Oh, Yes, Sir! —I screamed, feeling his fingers rub against my legs, he wanted me at his feet.

—Kneel down, my queen. —He ordered me while my legs were still shaking. I fell into his web of seduction and like a submissive, I knelt at the height of his large member, I saw him again: was he even bigger than before? I need to eat it!

I didn't think much about it, because his hand was behind my neck, pushing me to swallow it. I didn't resist, I just stuck everything I could out of his huge cock. Oh my God! I felt choked! My eyes were watering from the fullness of my mouth.

He pulled my hair and tamed me to his liking. He was making me his whore.

He turned my face lightly, and hit me with his member on the edge of my lips and cheeks. What had been a knight, right now was an animal, a beast dominated by impure thoughts ready to finish me off, can I bear it?

But, something happened: it stopped.

—See what it's about? —He told me taking a step back.

I tried to get closer to his member, but he walked away again. Was he leaving me wanting at this point?

—Finish it. Finish what you started, or I'll go crazy. —I implored him, begging him, still on my knees.

He pulled my hair and kissed me, including his tongue in the cheeky kiss. He had me at his mercy, he had me as he wanted, burning and begging for more from him.

—You are mine.

—Yes, I am, I am yours —I gasped nervously, while I grabbed his hand and chose his index finger, which I put in my mouth and sucked carefully. Why do you have me like this? Grab me and let's destroy the bed today!

She sucked on his thick fingers like a lollipop, he enjoyed it, I'm sure. With his other hand, he raised my head from my chin, I had a spectacular view of his Russian god body that made me drool and go crazy. Was that what I was trying to do? Did you want me to beg you?

—Seeing you from here is all I ask, my queen —He commented to me, joining his lips with mine. His teeth crossed on the road, pulling on his lower lip.

Oh my goodness! This pain was very pleasant!

He made me moan more, accompanied by a smile from him. Lightning! Why was she so fucking sexy?

—It's over.

That? No!

I feel outraged.

He left me there, kneeling in front of him, who turned his back on me.

—Damn, don't leave me like this —I spoke to him, imperative. Grabbing his leg.

—I can, because that's how I want it, my queen —was the only thing he answered.

It left me wanting more than before. Fuck.

One night passed.

I just wanted to fuck, my desire only increased. He tied me to the bed like before, I had everything planned, what a spoilsport I got. But I needed more.

—I need you to take me, do it or I will find someone else to name my body after him —I implored him imperatively. Will you feel threatened?

—Are you challenging me? —he whispered, pointing at himself and raising an eyebrow.

—Yes, I do. —I answered defiantly.

He approached me and slapped me hard, that attitude scared me, his hand went around my neck again. —I will make Stockholm syndrome live in you and if it doesn't, you consider yourself dead. —He whispered in my ear while squeezing his hand on my neck. —Whatever I say is done. And if you don't do it, you learn the hard way, are we?

—Okay... —I spoke to him as best I could because my speech was difficult.

—It is said: "yes, sir"! We are?! —he yelled at me once more.

—Yes sir. —I managed to say the moment he let go of me and started caressing me. This has to stop, he's sick and that's not good for me.

—I love you too much, Emily —He told me, brushing his nose over my cheeks, it seemed too much to make him feel the way he asked. —I've done everything for you, my queen. —one of his hands was on my leg and he slid tenderly. —You're never going to leave me, are you Emily? —kept talking.

My breathing was rapid and he was now calm, as if he didn't even remember that he had hit me. I was crazy and obsessed. How long must it take to stay like this?

—You're not going to abandon me like my mother did, are you Emily? —I heard him tell me. His mother? —It's not my fault! It's not my fault! A mother doesn't do what she did!

—That? —I said so softly that I barely even heard it.

—She... she abandoned me... she left and left me alone —he started humming, scared, nervous. —I've spent my entire life being abandoned by those I love, don't do it too, Emily... you —He hugged me by my side, while he curled up in my breasts like a cold little child. —You are the woman of my life, I don't want you far away I don't want to lose anyone else, I've had to work hard for this moment, please don't go —he insisted between whimpers.

Damn, that was ugly. He has had a crisis. How do I mess with that?

—I promise not to make the same mistake as them if you give me the chance, I do love you and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, my queen.

Oh no? Isn't hitting me basically hurting me? Oh my gosh, man. You're freaking out.

The days and nights continued to pass, soon I began to lose track of time and all I thought about was that: fucking. There were days when I begged him to put it in me and he didn't want to, he was alone avoiding the impossible, until that day, when he felt like it, he came back once again:

—Hello, my queen, how have you been today? —says while leaving a briefcase on the corner of the bed, —do you want me to fuck you, little one? —he blurted out, they stung.

—Fuck me, okay? please make me yours in all its letters and I will have no objection, my lord. —I begged him. I have never seen this facet of me, is this my true self? Shit Emily.

—That's how I like it, my queen. —He nodded, showing a perverted smile on his face, he took off button by button the white shirt he was wearing, that beautiful chest full of appetizing meat drove me crazy. —Today we will play a game that you are going to love —he said as he released his leash and pulled it, making him look like the master and lord.

—Yes, daddy? —I looked at him eagerly and pulled my chains making me remember the first time this happened. Will you want candle wax again?

—Today I want you to fulfill my latest fantasy. And if you manage to fulfill my total excitement, I will give you whatever you ask of me —When he finished saying it, he came towards me, on his knees, and put his head in my crotch, which was with nothing because that's how he kept me. When he came at night to put his big fingers in my vagina... ugh.

He told me his latest fantasy that, according to him, only I could fulfill. It was very interesting to know how far his twisted head went, but it was time to leave here, I would fulfill him to fulfill me and I would leave here quickly. I need to escape if necessary.

He prepared a table containing knives and different torture utensils. Something that if you knew how to use it well, you could use it to make him feel "pleasure", the one he was looking for so much.

He let go of me and stared at my naked body in front of him, damn, I didn't know I could put so much into a man. He gives me wings.

And I began to do his sick session, cutting parts of his body superficially to cause excitement, these parts of the body with blood, I had to suck them. Wow, shady, right?

A small scalpel-shaped knife was the first thing I used with him. I slid it down his right thigh until I had a small wound and started sucking on it. I'm not going to deny that I liked it, being able to capture kisses along with my tongue on a wound was interesting.

The next thing was to cut him near the pelvis and that made his penis come to life. She got up and he said the magic words:—She stopped so you could sit down, beautiful —I watched him bite his lip, it made me want to eat her again.

I didn't delay and went with him. I touched every inch of my body on his hard member and did it again, cutting near his ribs and sucking the blood again to which he moaned. Damn, I was doing it again, and well, I climbed on top of his gigantic member and went down as fast as I could, making moans of satisfaction and pleasure from him. I felt how my crotch made room for his entire member to enter and I went down and up to the rhythm of the hip movement he made.

—Ah, daddy —I yelled at him while he admired my jumping breasts, standing and hard. I touched them carefully, as if protecting myself. I made a cut on his face, continuing to move my hips quickly, I licked his face with great pleasure, damn it! Why did it smell so delicious? —Keep your word from that day to me —I told him in a whisper next to his face, rubbing my tongue there again—, make me yours.

He lifted my foot tightly and put me in front of him and with my back to the back of the bed; He began to put it in hard and without stopping, I don't know how everything happened so quickly, the bed moved and squeaked like mackerel in trouble.

I turned my eyes with high ecstasy, I never thought I could feel so morbid from a fuck like this. Was it time without fucking? —Ah, ah, daddy —he moaned, humming brokenly from the blows of his member on my vagina.

—I will make your legs tremble once more, my queen —He hooked his arm around my neck and moved faster.

The melody that our bodies emitted when they collided with each other was priceless, they were the most beautiful notes of my entire life. He was getting faster and faster, and his tongue was touching my earlobe, my body burning from the movements of his tongue, and he took it out; It was so unexpected that a moan of supplication was what came out of me, I wanted that piece of meat inside me again.

—Why do you stop? —I said with a sexy tone in my ear. —That was all? —I spoke to him, rhetoric.

He, without saying a word, turned me around and pulled my arms back, and put it back in; At first he felt super delicious, but after a few minutes of his big cock in my vagina being seen in its splendor, my left arm began to hurt from the force I was putting on him, I was pulling him harder and harder. more desire, rightwhat was he trying?

He left a trail of kisses on my neck, he suddenly stuck his tongue in but it didn't take away the pain that was increasing in my arm. Until that moment of pain was the only thing he experienced, the excitement was gone.

I pushed my head back, which hit his face, stopping the sexual act. —What did you do, you fucking whore? —he complained as I moved quickly from his presence. The pain in his arm was pounding, making him not take his other hand off her.

—You're sick! Can't you see you're hurting me?! —I reproached, he was cleaning the blood that came out of his nose.

—Come on, princess. —he called me sweetly. —When I'm fucking you... the animal hidden in me comes out, I feel like it could be me in all my splendor... Isn't that what you wanted, my queen? —he explained. She went from "fucking whore" to "princess." —How quickly you change your mind —I told him, —you're a fucking sick person who needs help, much more than what you provide —I cut off the conversation by leaving the room, without clothes.

"Don't make this difficult, my queen, you won't escape from here" —I heard him shout at me from the room, my heart was beating fast, but I felt that it wasn't time to be scared or afraid, it's time to get out of here no matter what, even if I have to kill him. The hallway it had led to several bedrooms and a fairly large bathroom. It was a crazy house, completely luxurious, only I saw all this obsession and this man knew how to act so much? Isn't he sick the way I see him?

—Emily... —He hummed, when I went into one of the rooms and it was the complete opposite of one.

What the hell is this?

It was a kind of museum, inside it there were photos of me everywhere, I was obsessed and only he didn't see how sick this was. There was nowhere to hide here, so I ran out of that place. And I didn't have time for almost anything because he grabbed me tightly by the hair and dragged me towards him. Fucking strength that is loaded!

I kicked him and he had no choice but to let me go, I ran to any side of the house where I could get something to hit him in case he wanted to hurt me, which was the safest thing right now. I tried to stay calm, and my arm on the other hand was stabbing me.

—Damn bitch! You're going to see what's good! —I heard him scream, angrily. —You want to take advantage of me, I would never hurt you, Emily! —His voice was heard closer and closer. I got to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, she was completely naked and scared, she looked everywhere and her voice was getting closer.

It was something terrifying.

—Ou, Emily... —he kept humming.

—Why don't you let me go once and for all? —I yelled at him from a distance, while I held the knife tighter.

—Let you go? Because? Do you want to abandon me too, Emily? —he asked threateningly.

—I don't have to stay by your side, I'm nothing of yours, you're sick! You need medical help, Pedro. —I moved squatting towards alternate directions of the kitchen, there was a back door, I ran to it and when I was at the door, he pulled my arm clinging to his chest. His grip hurt me, since my arm was in pain.

—You're not leaving here until I say so! —He stated, when he hurriedly let go of me since the knife I had in my hand was buried in his left shoulder. I ran without a whereabouts to any place in the gigantic house, looking for a telephone or means of how to communicate. There was nothing.

Did you have it planned from the beginning?

He is a dangerous psychopath.

He let out a shout of joy. —That's my queen! The pain you cause me is exciting! How can you be the girl I wanted so much all my life? —he asked to himself.

I was in a strange place, there was a desk and several prizes. This place had to be his office or his personal work room. I went in there and started searching through the papers for something that will help me escape. A mobile? Maybe. But I couldn't be here anymore.

My arm still hurt quite a bit, I couldn't do much with it like that. Something caught my attention, it was that document that was thicker than the others, it had his name in small letters: "My personal file".

"Patient Pedro has severe cases of OCD, this disease has no cure and tends to evolve".

—You can't abandon me, Emily... I would die without you... —I heard him speaking from outside. Will he know I'm here?

"The patient also has a strong tic of trichotillomania, we have seen him attack other colleagues."

"He is very intelligent and with the right medication, this man could act like a normal person if he sets his mind to it."

—Emily... Did you know that my mom abandoned me when I was little because she found out about my mental illnesses? —He started talking, more normal.

Had he recovered?

—Since I was little, she told me things like: "I will never leave you alone, my son", —she toned her voice like a woman as she explained. —She told me that I was her best gift, she told me that... it was my fault. But no... no, no, no —he began to despair—, it's not my fault, it's not, it's not my fault. A mother doesn't do what she did! —he repeated once more.

Several days passed, probably weeks in which I was hiding from him. I had walked every corner of the house and he was looking for me. He would go to work and pretend to have a normal life, while I looked for a way to get out of here.

Two weeks ago, I put an end to all this.

When he found me in one of the rooms, I had my main clothes on, and I searched through his things to see if I could find anything that would get me out of here. I knew the truth about him, about how sick he was and how normal he seemed to us.

He grabbed me by the back of the head tightly and crashed into the wall, I fainted. When she woke up she was in a dark place, tied up, standing and naked again. I knew a lot of information about him and his obsession with me weakened him. I was going to Urízar my feminine charm to neutralize it, perhaps forever.

—You —pointed a whip at me as he surrounded me. —You have behaved very badly, Emily, and I am going to punish that now.

—Are you going to make me yours, daddy? —I asked mischievously, my words silenced the man who was naked in front of me.

—What did you say? —was the only thing he said, amazed.

—I want you to make me yours, my master. I will be everything you ask of me... I am going to enjoy your tasty body, until you can't take it anymore and you overflow me with your semen. —I whispered, biting my lip. Something that was not in my plans suddenly arose; He ran towards me and with all his strength pushed his body over mine. I felt horrible pain, I felt several ribs thunder loudly, my wrist in my right arm was pushed hard, which dislocated.

I screamed very loudly. Hadn't he believed anything?

—Wow —he shouted with great enthusiasm. —It turns me on to hear you scream in pain! Are you going to scream like that when I put it in you? —he asked innocently.

Was all this a fucking fit of his madness?

My body was destroyed. I wanted to feel the pain I caused him, maybe. —see this? He pointed out the wound he had caused days ago, it was almost healed. —I masturbated many times with the pain caused by this hole in my body, you know? Your name shot out of my penis as I expelled semen. —he explained as he approached. I gasped in pain, my body felt destroyed and the strong pain stabbed me when I moved a cent.

He came with every intention of being a beast, and when he was in front of me, he began to kiss me and slowly surrounded his fingers for my sex, the chains where he held me creaked and it continued to hurt more and more.

—That's how you like it, right? Does it turn you on like that, my queen? —He questioned me against my lips, lightning! If he could he would have eaten me by now.

I felt his member hard and pointing forward against my abdomen, he was quite big and that made him "ruder", which attracted me.

He gasped in his ear and that made him too excited. He let go of me with complete confidence and let me touch him while I kissed him, —You are mine, I don't want to let you go, don't abandon me, little one —I gasped against my lips.

This man was afraid of being alone, would the solution to get out of here be to kill him?was reporting him to the police for help also another option?

I bit his lip, he loved that because he let out a high-pitched moan, as well as anger accompanied by a laugh of emotion, it didn't seem to have hurt him, and if he did, he liked it.

He put me on all fours against the table where there were several knives waiting for me to put my hands on him, and without him waiting for him for another second, with one of the torture tools, I ditched his throat as hard as I could.

He looked at me with great sadness and at the same time with "his pain of "excitement", this was no longer "pleasant", it was a hunt and he didn't know it because for him, it was a simple game.

—Thank you —he said as he lay dying and drowned in his own blood. —I knew you could stop my pain —he whispered brokenly— thank you for getting me out of this eternal torment —The place around him was filling with his blood, which also came out of his nose and mouth.

His purpose from the beginning was to test those words he said to him. She was a strong girl and he knew he could do it, he provoked it and planned it from the beginning. That's why he hoped to leave weapons nearby, now he would have to live with the weight of his death when there was a way out for him.

I managed to leave that house, with the help of the police and I was interrogated but not imprisoned. Pedro had a history of psychological problems and this helped me a lot.

A man who did nothing but suffer all his life, suffered the abandonment of his own family and was able to get ahead with effort. But he always wanted to die, and he found that way out through me, that's why he had become obsessed.

That brings us to this day, in search of Josh to be his, because this is just beginning, he will be the way out to satisfy my desire caused by a man who is history today.

Hanler

I grew up a boy insecure about myself. I woke up every day wanting to die. To fulfill someone else's will, to remain their slave. I didn't know when I got lost, I don't know how long it was after I started to hate myself, to keep quiet about my problems, to stop thinking to let someone else do it. It was a puppet, it was someone else's toy...

The worst case scenario was threats, I was totally dependent and no longer cared about even living. When my childhood destroyed me, when it destroyed me I was barely three years old. Since then I have kept quiet... Since then I have protected my mother, I have protected myself hundreds of times from suicide just because I love my mother. Every night I wake up crying and pretend all the time that everything is fine so as not to worry anyone, so as not to lose what I love most even though they made a mistake...

Alcohol took over my mother in her youth, and that man took over me. Whenever I try to open up to someone, the barrier rises and I simply resign myself to fear, that fear caused by him: "if I speak, he will know and kill my mother" as he said, as he always says when I refuse his games.

Today I am fourteen years old, and I have been more damaged than a seventy-year-old person. Because... Is being sold to strangers to rape me from the age of four and beaten until I bleed a way of life?

But let it all be for my mom. Keeping quiet is fine, as long as mom continues to live, as long as she is with me, everything will be fine.

Ricardo has made me believe that if I want something too much I must pay a price, and this is my price.

Will my mom still love me if she knows everything that happens to me?

No. It won't. He told me I'm just disgusting. He told me that she won't believe me because she doesn't love me like I love her, because she let them rape me. Do mothers have the right to do that?

I decided to finish it. Stopping somehow, but there wasn't. He came to destroy my desire to fight for me. He told me that no one cares about me and that no one cares what happens to me, if my mom left me alone, who the hell is interested in a fucking faggot who only serves to eat cocks?

Or so he tells me.

Why not believe him if he's right? Why is no one here until now? Are there people who must be disowned all their lives or do they only pay for the guilt that someone else generated?

I don't know what I'm paying. But it hurts, it hurts like shit. And I tried to do it, I tried to talk about it, but no one pays attention to what I say. Nobody takes me seriously because I'm disgusting. That day with Dom... I said it. But I can't do more than what's within my power because I love my mom and I don't mind suffering as long as she's okay, it's the only thing that matters to me. Tears don't matter, feelings don't matter, nothing matters other than seeing your happiness.

«I love that you fuck me, you fuck me better than the language teacher.» —shouted the voice of my head lost in my memories.

I squeezed the pillow while they fucked my ass one more time. I had already lost count, it had stopped hurting, I had gotten used to it.

What they say is true, you get used to everything. Even to pain.

The body sweaty, the smoke invading the entire room, the sound of his body colliding with mine. His hand surrounding my neck while he fucked me like a whore and made me his, making muffled and more than pleasant moans from me.

The worst thing was that I needed it.

I had gotten so used to it that I was already doing it, begging, losing the dignity that I no longer had. It was all his fault. But I couldn't do anything to change it, neither in this life nor in the next.

Every night he did nothing but cry. Cry and cry until I'm tired or until I fall asleep. With a lump stuck in his throat for more than ten years. With something that got stuck when I tried to talk about it and I didn't do it out of fear. I let myself be won by him.

Until that day.

Any given day in April. It had been a month or more since I last saw Dom and I had decided to go after him. I wanted to talk to him, at least ask him for help, he's his father and maybe he could do something. I had already let myself be defeated, his father had won the battle.

Fear invaded me enormously, I don't know why I felt I should talk to him. I investigated until I found Dom's whereabouts, one of those who lived in that house is a boy who goes to school with me and well, I went to look for him.

She hadn't come home because Erik's dad is her boyfriend. I guess they already live together. They are happy... What if I stay with them?

I have to stop thinking about how they love me. Dom is nothing of mine. Nobody cares about you, Hanler, remember that.

Arriving at the house, I stopped in front. I looked at the luxurious house they were killing, this guy will handle a lot of money.

I knocked on the door and when he greeted me, I felt afraid. For some reason I can't go anywhere without feeling the fear that they will abuse me, I may know the reason, but I prefer to play the idiot, so that it hurts less.

I felt a connection when I saw it. It was something strange. A spark, a current that ran throughout my body. His eyes, his lips, his smile, his hair. His voice.

What does it mean? Was a stranger like him causing this to me? Why not before? Could it be that I need to explode and say everything or did I really feel something magical?

No. Everything is a lie. It's just a process of those four stages that destroy you:

Falling in love: first phase, where it is believed that life begins, where we simply get excited, and believe that love is everything, without keeping in mind that for love, there are no medicines to relieve pain, avoid suffering, we simply remain idiots to suffer eternally and die inside. No matter how much we want to admit that someone else replaces it, the feeling of first love never passes.

Anger: second phase, where we feel helplessness, pain and the desire to back down, but it is impossible, because we were simply idiots and we will not be able to do anything but hit the wall and want to throw everything in the trash.

Suffering: third phase, double in the eye turns against you and hits you until you feel shit, it makes you want to just die and nothing more, without spirit, without desires, you lock yourself in your own world and you will only feel indifferent, or a living annoyance, who will begin to act suicidal, this is when you are left alone, when everyone comes at you, attacks you, judges you, they blame you, until they force you to move on to the last phase.

Death: last phase, where you look for a solution, the cowardly one, the easy way out of the path of suffering, Where you say enough is enough and you want to give your life, where you say that you are tired of crying and suffering for someone who has only hurt you, where Your head closed completely, you are upset, you are afraid, you say inevitable things and your last wish is to die, this is when it all ends where do you decide to end up...

Will I really take the risk of ever having feelings for someone?

When I greeted him, it seemed like we had a click, we both felt eager for each other without realizing it. He stared into my eyes, looked at my lips and I looked at his. Why does this happen if I don't know him?

Maybe it's fear. He tells me that if I can provoke things in the other person, he's just another client. Nobody is going to love me. Nobody is going to feel things for me because I am worthless. And I don't want them to play with me anymore. Everyone does it now, it hurts me. And my desire to die grows, every day, every hour, at all times...

I greeted him. He was polite and let me into his house, I asked about Dom, and not a trace of him anywhere. I asked him about him, he seemed alone at home. His father was not there now. I should stay here. I wanted to leave, he suggested I talk for a while, and I went straight. I felt like he loved me for what everyone loves me for: Fucking and nothing more than that.

When he swung on me, he started giving me an oral. It was noticeable without sexual need, and mine because I felt it burn on me. Turn on my body. A flame of passion took over something inside, I wanted to feel more of this sensation. I wanted to touch it more, I wanted to burn myself more, I wanted to make it mine.

All this you do is for your mother. Don't forget where you come from, Hanler. He's just another client and you're his whore. Don't trust anything or anyone. Nobody is going to like you, you are nobody.

And I saw it. I was there, that clown man at the birthday party, I saw him again. He came running to tie me up like he did when I ran away from him. I couldn't stand it, I couldn't do anything but get too scared, get the attention of the boy who really cared. I wanted to leave, he stopped me. I can't contain it anymore. I must let go of everything... I must say what I feel even if I end up dying.

—But I... but he... —was the only thing I could whisper, scared, still holding back. I wanted to cry. I wanted to explode into a thousand pieces.

I didn't want to suffer anymore. I couldn't take it anymore.

Should I tell everything even if it means my own death? I guess if my mother is saved, everything will be fine. I want to die for her, even if it means her sadness, for me it will be my happiness. My salvation. Your salvation.

I started talking about it. It was too difficult for me, it hurt me a lot to start expressing myself, I closed my eyes from time to time so as not to look at his reaction and feel afraid, feel ashamed of myself.

I looked at the ground as I spoke to him, I couldn't take it anymore, tears began to surround my cheeks and I felt an enormous weight disappear, I had never spoken about it and that I could do it out of nowhere, I said a lot about him. But this will bring future consequences, soon he will know and will come to kill me.

Why are you looking at me like that? Do you feel sorry for me? Do I disgust you?

—I disgust you, right? —I interrupted myself.

—No! No! Hey, I care too much about your situation. And I don't want to let you go until I've completely helped you, okay? —he stated authoritatively.

That gave me false hope.

The days began to cross my eyes like the wind carries away the leaves that fall in autumn towards a sewer. Was this really what I needed? I didn't know it, but standing idly by I wasn't going to know.

It had been a long time since Erik walked away from me and supported me like no one had ever done before. This caused me a lot of emotion. Nobody had ever done it.

Could I be important to someone without them seeing me as their sex toy?

It seemed so, here he was, to make me see things in different ways. To stop suffering so much. Talking about it would help me. I wanted to convince myself that this would be the case, and that's how I took the next step.

I prepared to talk about it with my mother, alone, where only Erik was. He gave me the strength to talk about it, and although I cried like an idiot, I did.

—Ricardo, your husband... —I swallowed hard—, he abused me when I was 3 years old, one night when you had fallen asleep. —She looked at Erik in amazement and then at me, she lowered her eyebrows as if she didn't understand what he was saying—. Since that day... I have lived threatened by him and... —I began to tremble, remembering that first night he abused me.

—What are you...? —I heard her whisper so softly. I was shocked. —Ricardo? —I saw tears approaching his blue eyes. His retina turned red.

—You never noticed, he made me believe that you never cared. Since I never saw you very interested in asking or things like that. I was just a child and he destroyed me —I was able to tell him without stopping tears from continuing to come out. I couldn't see her in the eyes. —Did you never really notice, mom? —I asked in the form of a complaint.

—No, my child me...

—He was threatened that if he spoke you would be the dead one and he would carry the weight on his conscience. —Erik added. To which she looked at him, shocked.

—If I'm going to die, I'd rather you know the truth. —I added. —That way you don't live blind, like all your life. —I clarified.

—My child me... —I saw her shaking, trying to get closer.

—Mom, no. —I stopped her. —How come you didn't realize what was happening? —I reproached, raising my voice. That sure screwed her up a little more.

—Sorry, Hanler, I didn't know that-

—Mom, for more than 8 years she has been using me like a whore to sell me to adults for money. All for your own good. —I interrupted him, firm. She was left with her mouth open, her facial expression changed to very astonished and crystalline drops came out of her eyes, sliding down her cheek.

—That? —he said in the midst of his astonishment.

—I'm telling you because I can't take it anymore. And because of Erik I'm being strong, I swear no one ever knew anything. —I commented, clarifying.

—If you want to do something, ma'am, let it be put him in jail without him knowing. —Erik suggested, seriously.

She burst into tears and approached my lap, crying like a child. She knelt in front of me, sad, asking for forgiveness many times, kissing my hands. I looked at Erik, devastated, without stopping crying, I was trying to act strong, but who was I kidding?

I'm too weak. I couldn't stand seeing my mom like this.

—Doña, your son kept this hidden from you to protect her. Not because I didn't trust you —Erik clarified.

The world is cruel.

Did Erik understand it when he met me, or did he know it all his life?

He was helping me like no one else. I love how he behaves with me. Will mom or dad be happy to know we like each other?

Yes it's okay. I haven't met him in a while, but if this is going to end badly, I want to enjoy every good second I felt someone cared about me.

Had done. I had talked to my mom, wow. It feels so good! Fuck! Have you felt like you're dragging tons of giant stones for so long that you feel like you're leaving pieces of yourself as the years go by?

I feel like there is nothing left of me, but what little remains is happy to have reached the end of this very difficult path.

—Yes, Ricardo Spinster. —I confirmed to the police officer. 

—His testimony is helpful for the current case about the same young former lawyer. —The boy told me, the one who had the table full of documents and photos of Ricardo everywhere.

—Former lawyer? —asked my mother, who had come with me for a statement.

—Yes ma'am. Mr. Ricardo is dead.

That? Dead?

I mean, I'm glad but... how did this happen?

«I promise that I will dedicate my life to revenge» —my mother's voice shouted in a memory.

—How did he die? —Erik asked, seriously.

—Report of some boys who were trapped for the last two months by the organization where the man was the director of illegal operations; sale and organs of children, rape of children under ten years of age to sell their placenta, multiple mass murder. In short, he was the reason for the disappearances of infants in recent years.

I couldn't help but stay like stone.

I wasn't the only victim.

—I assume you have permission to talk about this, right? —Erik inquired.

—It is information in the public domain, but it is still one of the most shocking news in recent years.

***

Erik and I are dating. Yesterday he asked me to still be a boyfriend, I don't believe it! Someone likes me!

We found out what happened to Ricardo, but we didn't know any details.

Now that I had him. I didn't want or need anything else.

It's been almost two more months, and I assure you that I have fallen in love with this boy.

How curious that we never touched on the topic of sex again, if when we met it was literally the first thing that came up.

Ricardo's death, his secrets coming to light, have restored peace to my life, that peace that I had needed for a long time, that peace that I would not change for anything. My mother is more attentive than before, but that doesn't mean she has her occupations.

I have more time for myself and I no longer have that fear of living like a whore.

I'm not going to deny that... I need it. And I can't help it. He doesn't know, because if he finds out, it would ruin our relationship. And I don't want that.

I need it in my life. I want to heal.

I need to be well so as not to cause disappointment that ends me.

Mariza

The pin had made a very deep wound in my wrists, I already knew I couldn't get rid of it.

Why doesn't it hurt?

That's why, right?

Had suffering so much disappeared the sensitivity in me?

—I had never told this, but I think it's time. She hasn't noticed, nor has anyone, in the 20 years I've been alive. Nobody asks, I tell nobody. This lump in my throat that has had me trapped for so many years...

»A few years ago, I met a boy in the Dominican Republic with whom I fell madly in love, he was a tough boy, the bad boy. The boy I liked back then.

»I have always been someone with limited friendships, due to the fact that they call me strange or stupid, "the ugly fat woman" as many call me. He was overweight due to the disease called "childhood obesity". And from a very young age I was already involved with many things that a girl should not go through at that age. I was beaten and trampled, they bullied me a lot and I wanted to die since I was little. It affected me too much and I took sleeping and depression pills. My life had been a nightmare from behind and I never had someone to talk to directly, or I didn't feel confident, for fear of what people would say. Because I didn't want them to make fun of me anymore.

Or I just didn't want to.

I gave my mother the excuse that I couldn't sleep because of nightmares because of series that I watched that generated this in me, she thought I was stupid. She didn't ask many questions, she doesn't worry much about spending, so she wasn't that attentive either, she listened to me because of what I felt was "sorrow" or "stop listening to me without desire".

When I met him, he reciprocated.

I always felt insecure about everything, but he made sure that I didn't see it that way anymore, he made sure to make me feel good about myself. The bad boy did good.

My life changed completely, I began to have more friends, his friends. And well, I felt very good about myself, a few months passed and I had even thought about a future with him. Sure, love at first sight or blind love, as they say.

I was very blind. Until that day.

I started losing weight because I was fooling my mom about whether I ate or not, I was in her world and I was in mine. Mine already had a lot of broken glass that I walked on.

Everyone noticed that change, and they talked about it too. My mom noticed it, but it didn't provide the necessary attention. I didn't see a problem with him, I don't like him getting so involved either.

Everything changed when...

One day, in the group of schoolmates, online, while they were chatting, one of Antony Fermin's friends, my boyfriend, thought of giving us photos without clothes. I didn't want to, I completely disagreed, clearly out of respect for Antony and my body. He still didn't see me naked, I was still a virgin. At least me.

Several accepted, began to send images of themselves and that night, I wanted nothing more than to talk to Antony. After hours and hours of the night talking, and telling him how happy it made me to be by his side, he suddenly turned the page when he asked me for a scantily clad photo. He knew that I disliked doing this, but I trusted him a lot, he is and was the only person who knew everything about me. And I want to believe that the one who also knew everything about him.

Like his night terror, which had been generated by his uncle, who abused him and his sister as children. He was turned into a violent boy who endured a lot in silence.

His problem of lack of control with marijuana always tried to stop him. But it was more than useless to me.

But anyway, I did it, I sent my photos to him.

After that night, the worst nights of my life began. The next day, everyone looked at me strangely, the girls laughed with the boys and I didn't understand much, it was more unusual than they normally already were.

Karina, Antony's sister, pulled me alone, where only she and I could hear each other, she showed me the photos. Those that he had sent to his brother.

He was the only person I sent for the first and last time.

I didn't believe it, I faced it and even doing so, I didn't believe it.

He had sent them to his best friend, according to him, and he had shared them.

I began to cut myself off as a way to free myself from my problems or to get rid of my anger for a while. I was always weak and they saw me as a fool. I was already tired of so much suffering, and on top of that, the person I trust betrays me in this way.

I approached my cousin and we became good friends. When I saw her fall in love, it reminded me of me, how stupid I was. And no matter how much strong advice I gave her, the only one who knew all the pain she was going through was me.

They pasted my photos everywhere, on all networks. They called me "the bony one", looking for offense and they succeeded. They kicked me and insulted me because of my physical appearance, say I was fat before and too skinny now, would I be dead more than alive?

I cried a lot today. And I know that tomorrow will be worse.

My mom found out about these photos, which is why we moved. My dad knew it too, but it wasn't enough.

The harassment did not end. They got worse and worse, I woke up crying and I didn't talk to anyone about this. My mom didn't want any more scandals, she couldn't take it anymore. I was staining my parents' clean last name, wow, that's just what mattered.

And I?

Does anyone care about me? Wouldn't telling Emily be the same as trusting them to walk away and make fun of me again?

I thanked God I didn't go to the same school as Emily. I thanked God that the family didn't know so much about the situation because of me.

We moved to Spain, to get away from that life. Everyone was told "for business" but that was the reason. I felt more than a nuisance.

Not much changed here.

Here she was still "the bony one", the disgusting little virgin that no one wanted around. When I traveled to the other country, I talked to Emily, I tried to get away from everything, stop thinking so much, stop crying so much. The worst thing is that I was never able to meet anyone else, for fear of trusting and falling like a stupid person.

They don't accept me at school. There is a limit to the number of insults a person can endure. They hate me for who I am, but the truth is that I hate myself. I don't understand how I've let what they do to me affect me so much.

I had even changed my way of dressing, the typical suicidal one who only wears black, wears eyeliner of the same color and has short hair. This was me, a little freak for everyone.

One night, while I was locked in my room, crying my eyes out, the pin on my legs, making me remember everything I had in my life. Disgusting life.

I took chlorine, enough to die. And I fell ill in the hospital, where they gave me a stomach lavage, my parents found out, and they just insulted me without asking me why I had done it. Everyone found out about this, and posted things on the networks like: "you must have died", "you don't do anything alive, bony", "how does God not perform a miracle and finish killing you?" "Next time don't fail and kill yourself", "The bony one with the dry shell", "you're disgusting, kill yourself once and for all".

I spent days deleting these things from my networks, deleting hate messages from my messaging, no one took me seriously. What could I do to make them hear me at least once?

What other method to get attention and yell at them how much I'm suffering?

I want to tell you the truth about how things have gotten worse. I'm not well. Inside I am destroyed.

I found out that my cousin had moved to the country, which I didn't like at first. A few nights after his arrival, I had an unforgettable encounter, I had gone to my first party, I didn't even know how to dress, or I didn't want to go out with anyone because I don't feel sure what could happen. It was my first time and I wanted to feel dependent.

It was already 19 years. And with 10 months left until I turned 20, I had sex for the first time, at that party, that night. A boy asked me to do it with him. I doubted it, but I wanted it, it made me feel good at the time.

Was it okay to do it with a stranger? Was it okay to do it like that? That meant everything to me, and I never expected to see him again, much less with my cousin.

I was already faking my smile too much, and I had to pretend not to know him. There are days when I smile and laugh and it doesn't seem like I'm 'going through hell'. Then there are days like today where I lie down in my chair and cry. For reasons I don't know myself. Most days I have to pretend. Then there are days when I'm too tired to pretend and I give it my all.

The inexperienced in sex. The expert in hypocrisy. The inexperienced at going out to parties, the expert at ruining things.

What if I gave the same importance that they gave to others? They deserved it?

I tried to do it and I did it wrong too. I failed Emily, the family. Once again, he had ruined everything. She didn't deserve it, the one who deserved not to be there, not to live, was me.

I was already tired of everything. That's why I'm here, in front of this camera, telling you this thing that I never told anyone. Out of fear, out of disgust at myself.

To my mom, to my dad, thank you for at least giving me a home, to my family, for giving me their last name.

To that love that never bore fruit, that only brought perdition to my life, thank you for the lesson, there were other ways.

Emily, forgive me for ruining your happiness and not telling you anything, I was just very afraid. For hurting you so much...

Dory, forgive me. And thank you for the beautiful moments you made me live, you made me forget about my problems...

Sorry everyone for not being the person you expected me to be. Sorry for so much damage, I just wanted to be happy, but I see that not everything is possible.

"Live • Facebook Live"

I held the pins firmly, no matter if it cut my fingers or hurt me.

—Look guys —I raised one arm and presented it to the camera and dragged the pin by my thin, milk-white right arm. A large line of blood began to quickly come out of me—, it doesn't hurt anymore —I whispered with a nervous and scared voice, letting out a stupid smile towards the camera.

I dragged harder again and a moan of pain came out of me. For a moment I felt happy, because it no longer hurt and I felt free, happy and that at least some of what I did so much while I was alive turned out well and that was committing suicide. I don't want to be me... I want to be free... I need a remedy to cure this pain... I know I smile, but I haven't been happy in a while.

Do you know why? Because not even the cuts calmed my pain anymore, I couldn't suffer anymore, it already hurt too much to continue.

I watched the blood flow and I saw myself, I saw myself as a child, fat and horrendous, as they told me. As they had always told me. I saw myself lose weight, where I looked more horrendous than before.

—Finally... I will be able to have the peace I never had. —was the last thing I whispered, before everything turned dark. And I watched the blood flow across the width of the wounds it had caused to my skin. They were big and the line twisted in half, there was a large open that reached almost to the bone. You could see a lot of blood running from there.

My hands were shaking, I looked at the camera one last time and slid the pin down my neck with last-minute supernatural force. And just then, I closed my eyes forever.

In the end I just want them to say it as it always was: My son committed suicide for love and I was left with nothing that could explain his death to me.

Sweet Suicide.

Next episode:

"Sweet doom"

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Let's learn to speak. To seek help. Don't expect it to be too late, let's abandon the fear that consumes you, there are thousands of reasons to live, don't give up. It's not the time, it's time to raise your head and look at how valuable you are.

Note: this chapter has the edition for wattpad, the chapter is more detailed and complete in its final version. (Uncensored)