Why do I hate myself? Why do I want to die. Why do I hurt myself? Why does my pussy get wet when I cut into my skin? There is something about the pain that turns me into a monster. I want more and more. It started when I was young. My daddy hated me, but I loved him. He told me each time he would beat me until my ass was bloody how much better he would feel after he hurt me.
He told me how much he loved me after each time. Then he said he could make me feel better. He would lay me down and start finger fucking my pussy. Sucking my clit and I would start to feel good and moan. But then he would turn again. After the first time where he fucked me with the big knife I couldn’t help but be addicted to the steal of the knife and how it felt against my skin.