Chapter 87: Why Do People Cry When They Hear The Word Goodbye?
Facundo held me captive for one week straight. Traumatic and abusive days that I’ve experienced in my whole life. Within those days, all he could feed me is water and contaminated food placed in a dog’s food bowl. He never stopped abusing every hole of mine. And like what he said, Facundo made me his c*m dump.
Never in my life, I felt so dirty and ashamed of myself. Looking at me now, covered in sweat, dust, Facundo’s seed, and saliva on my face and body — some of them dried out — disgusts me of who I am.
I crawled my body up to the couch, feeling tired, broken, and weak. Facundo just left me here alone after he released his seed inside and outside of me. A s*x addict he is and a living demon that made my life miserable
