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W. E. L. C. O. M. E.
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CAUTION: This story has a mature content.
Yes, but this is not all about just s*x, or being a Sexmate. okay?
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•••PROLOGUE•••
Hana Calista. 18.
I am working as a prostitute entertainer
I don't like this kind of job..
Everyday and every night, I cried and
screeched in pain,
in grief,
in disbelief.
I didn't chose this job for my benefit, I was forced to take this job,
I was an orphan, but when the orphanage closes down, they sold us to a manager of a bar.
They raised us, fed us, but in exchange we have to work for them,
To be a prostitute, a body entertainer,
When I turned 18, someone bought me,
Suddenly I wasn't a person anymore, I'm more like a thing to them,
It scares me,
I felt like my soul was being sold,
I was terrified.
Someone will ruin me again.
Used me,
Abused me,
But I was wrong,
This man,
Marco Anderson
made a contract with me to be a sexmate to him for 3 months. .
I thought he'll just play with my body but instead,
It changes everything,
everything became upside down,
Who knew being someone's sexmate could drag me into something bigger?
There's something about myself ,
Something I am yet to discover,
As I tackled my story, I had known the truth,
That I'm not just a sexmate to anyone,
To Marco Anderson,
Who kept on loving me desperately,
physically, emotionally, mentally,
Even if it made us apart,
There is still fire that ignites between us,
remembering those days that we spent,
entangling with eachother,
But that's not the beginning of the story,
The story begins. . .
From wanting him,
From loving him,
Despising him,
Then,
Losing him,
And eventually encountering a long lost friend,
Until the story turns all over again and again,
It all started. .
when I became his sexmate.
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