Kendell Marano Parker.
He made me up, very bad by chance. I look like a clown.
I was in doubt if I cry or if I laugh.
It's tragicomedy.
He dressed me like a rag doll, with a wedding dress, put on me the piruca and although the circus clown make-up, I'm frighteningly similar to his dead wife.
My body is getting sore, now I can feel like I have limbs, although it's still heavy.
He lifts me up, and leaves me sloppyly against the table, my legs will bend at any time for not supporting me.
What the f**k did this psychotic being do to me?
- You're going to wear this necklace, which you were wearing when you died. - A shiver runs through my body.
He's treating me like I'm really his dead wife, what a terror!
I take advantage of the fact that he will take the box of this necklace, and dr
