CAMILLA
Istare at the pink comforter on my bed, the butterflies that decorate the soft fabric seem foreign now.
Sold Whore | 18+
He bought me at auction like I was nothing. Stripped my name, collared me, and turned me into his obedient little pup. Now I crawl for him, take every filthy thing he gives, and break apart just from the way he calls me good while he ruins me. He owns every scar, every moan, every desperate need I have left. And the sickest part? I don’t want to be free.
Hazelwood Pariston
₹300
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