My man left me at the gang’s trap house for a few crack rocks again. These thugs treat me worse than a dog. For their amusement, they force me to eat from a dog bowl like an animal. I stay on my knees sucking cock all day until my lips are swollen and sore. They bend me over and fuck my asshole brutally until blood runs down my thighs. I’m not allowed to cry or scream out in pain or they beat me. They forced me to smoke crack until I beg for more. Smoking crack takes away the pain and sadness of knowing my body is worth 3 crack rocks. Minutes blend into hours, and hours blend into days as I’m fucked over and over again. As soon as one gangster fucks me and leaves my cunt filled with semen the next gangster steps up to take his place. I’m constantly hoping that my crack head boyfriend will come to my rescue, but he never comes.
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