“Intense” is how my mates describe me. I’m just a tiny Punk. My finest acquaintance desired to give me a makeover, but first-ever she sent me for a spa day.
The tea was so jiggly. So jiggly that I hardly recall what happened next. I was told to take my clothes off. Why did I conform right in front of a stranger?
Then I was brought to another apartment. There was no rubdown table. I recall salivating – the taste of iron in my throat – anguish – groaning – howling.
It was me weeping, he tortured me, was it a dream? Some side effect of the tea? What was in the tea?
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