Its freezing in here and I haven’t had anything to eat for days. Well, except for the few mouthfuls of your cum that you shot down my throat. Now I am so hungry that I am craving even that – at least it was warm in my stomach and moistened my tongue and throat. This ball gag in my mouth makes me salivate but I know its useless because you aren’t going to feed me. You’ve brought me here to torture me and let me wither away to nothing until I die. I know you picked me because I was skinny – I remember you saying it before you smashed me in the head with that brick.
I woke up alone and naked with chains draping my wrists and ankles and you jamming your cock in my ass so hard that my eyes were watering. I tried to scream but then realized the gag was in place and simply began to shed tears. Once you noticed I was awake, you began fucking me harder and telling me what a filthy rotten little teen slut I was and how I shouldn’t have teased you every day walking home past your house with my little spindly legs and short skirts. I tried begging you with my eyes to stop but that only made you more aggressive.
I swear I could feel my asshole ripping open as you continued to pound me with your giant cock. You kept telling me that I was a bad little girl and that I tease boys with my tiny body. I wanted to apologize and tell you I didn’t do it on purpose, but somewhere deep inside even I knew that was a lie. I used to choose the shortest skirts and I used to daydream of someone snatching me up and making me their little fuck doll. Now that it actually happened I am terrified and I know I won’t ever see my family again. I can see how skinny I am getting – your way of making me look even younger – just how you like it. My ass is still searing with pain and I can see blood trickling down my legs. Two questions haunt me: How long will I last, and will even stop fucking me when I die?
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