Whisky & Baunilha

— ... I'm lost... I really did that... “Of all the worst and most gruesome things that could happen in someone's life, it all happened in one day... Just for me, well my mother used to tell me I was unlucky, but who knew it would be to this extent, I didn't expect that I would actually do something like that for money, even though I said I would do anything..." That morning when I woke up I wasn't in my house or any house I knew; because really I've never been there before any other time, so I didn't recognize that place no matter how hard I tried. The bed with the sheets smelling of fabric softener was almost lost in the smell of a lot of dried semen. And that sweat that had stuck to the duvet and pillow still made the memories of the previous day surface in my memory. That although I was drunk or high, yesterday I was fully aware of that situation when I said what I wanted to do for money, and the words were: I do everything. And I remembered everything. Of how he manipulated me into doing that, of the raw, violent way he f****d me and my body still aching after it all. Not to mention his c*m still oozing out of me after I relaxed. I was horrified and terrified of the mess I had done, I didn't think straight, and so the next day I wished from the bottom of my soul that I wanted to die... — Yesterday I...! No... No... Caesar you stupid bum.... Of everything you could do.... Of all the things and ways to get money... Why did I submit to get this by giving that guy my ass...?!