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“You are trash.” That is what he said to me as he kicked me in the face before leaving me by the road side. I had been on a two week bender with a guy I met at a bar. We fucked so much my pussy was no longer able to function, it was swollen and bruised. I called my Mother to have her come and get me, but she told me that this is what I deserved for going off with men I met in a bar and she hung up.

At night he would push a needle into my vein. He told me it made me more sexy to him. Then he would wait for me to become a drooling fuck pig. Every time his belt would meet my flesh I would cry. He kept telling me how worthless, disgusting, and useless I was. How I looked like a washed up street whore. I didn’t argue, I couldn’t argue because it was true.

A lifetime of treating people like shit, a lifetime of not giving a damn about others, a lifetime of being a complete bitch to others had caught up with me. This was my Karma, this is what has become of me. As I picked myself off the side of the road I made my way to a huge oak tree. I propped myself up against it before slipping my hands into what was left of my panties. I came hard reliving the last three weeks over in my mind.

He broke me, he showed me what I really am, he brought all my self loathing to the surface and now all I crave is more junk in my veins, and more bruises on my flesh.

I am like a roofie rape porn movie fantasy waiting to happen!


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