There's always a certain time in a woman's life when they get that unique urge to be pleased by their so-called partner of love. It reminds me of the time I had my neck chopped off by that one guy I was in love with. but we will get to him later. I lived a concise life when I was alive. Making the boys stare at me, a literal child. Or that time I somehow made all the guys at my junior high go nuts ..actually it was more like they went wild!! Though the competition for the best-looking lady was harsh at my former high school. It was an insane fact of life, with the leaving seniors and the firm yet stylish juniors with cropped tops and apple-bottom jeans all posting selfies and making flyers about themselves. Then again here I was, the naive, pretty but sexy, young woman who never even graduated high school and was a total dropout with no sort of achievements to my name, had multiple love relations, and didn't have the chance to die at a proper age of, oh I don't know 85... Maybe 90. As I said before, I never got that life... I never thought that those times would be so much more different than the last. I mean I wanted to be touched by men who wanted me as their own, to be loved by them every time they needed me, I wanted it to be every single day, to the point that they couldn't get enough of me. But the question you need to ask is ...Who am I?
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Krystal Hedstrom
Mistério / SuspenseA deceased murder victim of Serial killer Henry Rhyme who relives her life from before she was killed. She goes on a journey of rediscovering herself through her memories of various relationships she had when she was alive. From being naive of love...
