Sinful Pleasures

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esterday's beating had been something

e little signs like the twitching of mother's eye and father's foot tapping due to the anticipation because t

ly ritualistic dinner to go to the library with some of my friends on a weekend. I had

y time" where they could mock and curse me and I should have never asked but I just co

" I had asked and there had been dead silence before my father got up slowly from his cha

lots of bruises but all of them were hidden by my clothes. They were caref

e abusive parents. There is a reason to that though, a reason that is imprinted in my brain because they have chan

feet bound. I could not fight the big scary men that had taken us. I could hardly remember the whole thing after the b

at first as my parents had although not being loving towards me they had not been harsh either. I had truly believed that I had ki

creams mixed with the sound of my parents' taunting voice. Of course I h

uld not have any energy left for school and not going to school means that I would have to stay at home whi

wnstairs I saw my parents which was a rare occurrence since my parents would have usually already headed to work by th

you every morning. It ruins my appetite. Let's go honey, I don't want to

control. I controlled my intake of food and kept it to a bare minimum just enough that I could sustain myself. I did it be

s a Bugatti Veyron and is a sweet ride. I can drive however fast and reckless I want as the police d

se there is a small chance that I could get rid of this life but that sadly seems to be out of question

e students who saw me ignored me and didn't even gla

t left me alone which I was grateful for although they had tried to talk to me at f

nection and benefits that came from being on good terms with my family. I could clearly see the greediness

opped me from falling while holding my waist. I winced when they touched my bruised body and looked up to see

ng to his delicious toned body and his pants showcased his long legs and his face god his face was all hard

kay?" he asked and of course his voice was gravelly and rough, couldn't he have a girly squeaky voice? I ju