It's been awhile since I could I could speak. I keep to small talk, and no one ever has to know. I am mentally impregnated. My mother beat her till her stuttering words quivered senseless. She wouldn't stop until she was satisfied. I want to be far from here. I don't want to be anything like them. Her puny hands curled up across her eyes and she kept saying, "I'm sorry auntie." My mother searched my room and I guess I don't have the right to know what she was searching for. But apparently I am the best, seductive, dick sucker. My PIMP prince charming keeps calling, and I'm afraid that one day he'll give up and turn away. I don't know why I want this for myself. It's feels so wrong...but I like how fucked up it feels to "belong to him."