Sometimes I think about the time you held me down and made me taste that disgusting food from home, calling me your pathetic little garbage disposal. Now I get wet remembering how you’d force my mouth open, because even back then, all I wanted was your attention, no matter how cruel. I’d let you use my throat anytime now, just to feel that control again… but only if you promise to hold me after. My pussy aches for the boy who hurt me, and my heart belongs to the one who stayed. I’m so fucked up. 😓💔