Your mask slowly falls off your face each night. The mask you put on for this world to see. The mask of your self worth and sane nature. But beneath that you’re a freak who knows what she deserves and craves from every man who lays his eye on you.
I know that because I can see through it from your eyes, your fasle sense of worth, your idea of being normal and accepted and your undying desire to get tore into pieces like your clothes. The disgust slowly craws under your skin when you get that respect from the ones you know are above you.
Humiliation is often misunderstood, it is not just physical. It is a mix of mental, emotional, and physical. When you hear someone tell you what you are and what you deserve, you start to believe it. When you look into the mirror and can’t look yourself in the eye. When your body is felt but you know it’s not just the pleasure but the feeling of vulnerability you’ve been hiding inside of you all along. When you stand in front of me and I shred your very purpose of being into pieces along with your clothes.
I know you want that! You know you deserve it. So If I have sought your hidden feelings send me a message.
You should be 18 . If you are someone who enjoys to do this in Hindi/Urdu then the entire experience amplifies ten fold for you. In your message also mention if you are okay with exchanging pics (not that violates privacy or our anonymity)
Send me a message and let me make you cum while you cry at your existence and then watch me mix them both and use it ink to etch down my initials on your existence.
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