EVER BEEN BASHED , beaten? Or fallen off your bicycle and had yourself a good ole fashion fall?
Try all those things in one, and multiply it by thirty , that is how I’m feeling.
My skin on my left calf is burned, with the same mark on Beggars stomach, because they think it's fun marking us as the Famiglia slaves.
My scalp pains from the chunks of hair I had pulled out recently.
Blood clots are a normal for me now. So is the pain between my legs, as they r**e me every hour. The throbbing in my ass as they f**k it until I bleed, taking turns, laughing as I scream.
There are thirty three men, thirty three bastards that r**e me, that hurt me.
Once they found out my name, the men treated me like a dog. I sleep on the cold floor in this abandoned place.
I am not sure where I am, or how lo
