what happened in a small town

part one

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Connecticut State
Stamford County

She wants to cry
All she thinks is that she wants to cry, but she can't do that now or at any time in the last two years, she's not allowed to because dolls aren't supposed to cry.
dolls are not supposed to do anything.
She should look pretty, wear sexy clothes with her hair always combed, smile, and nod in the affirmative.
Dolls cannot refuse, object, or express their opinion.
In this house she is a pretty black-haired doll, she puts drinks and sits next to him agreeing to anything foolish coming out of his thick lips.
Where was her mind when she agreed to be with him?
She would have smashed her head against the nearest wall, but instead, she put the vodka for the three men sitting in the lobby of the apartment and then erected sitting on the edge of the couch occupied by Dean ecstatically like a playful girl from fifties movies or a cheap whore sitting next to a mob boss from the eighties movies.

“This is Archie, I beat him in today’s match.” He said the biggest of them in a big boast.
"Aren't you the monster?" She leaned in a feigned coquettishness, and tone that struggled to bear the coquetry.
Okay; She lives with a beast by Adjective and title, in fact she is in a sexual relationship with him, do not dare to call her an emotional relationship, because passion has no place here at all, she is even surprised to say a relationship over what is between them.
This monster is the nickname of wrestler Dean Mortali, a professional wrestler in the famous wrestling program. She got to know him when she went as an electronic journalist to display their advertisements on the website of her magazine and social media sites, and there started her curse.
"I subdued him in three minutes, as I'll do to you in a little while." he Shamelessly brags.
He insults this new man sitting in front of him as he insults her, both of them are his prostitutes, the difference is that one is on the stage and the other is in the bedroom.
she leaned in with the dalliance she had become so good at faking it, touching his huge shoulder muscles with unreal desire. "I always like you to do."
He laughed full of his lips as he got more brag in front of his friends, because this is the only way to show his masculinity, because this wrestling game, the three of them know that it is a reality series, there are no matches, and all of these were skits that they have been trained in.
The silent second man, also a wrestler and used to being around when new deals are made, erected with a sideways smile, examining her and pointing to Dean. "There's something I want to talk to you about."
He dismissed her with a flick of a finger before he finished speaking. She was nothing. She was just a cheap whore. She quickly moved out of the foyer, reassured that the tape recorder was turned on inside the couch they were sitting around.
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Like a playful girl perfecting her role, she wore a cheap women's dress made to excite men, and sat on the bed waiting for him, a courtesan in the twenty-first century, forbidding herself not to cry, collapse, or not kill herself.
After half an hour he dismounted into the room with his storm, he glanced over her and his restless desires flared up, quickly unbuttoned his black shirt, swallows her saliva nervously, and watches him go to the glass cup that she attended to him like every night, vodka mixed with oranges as he preferred it every night, gulping it all at once, then He walked back to the bed, half-slow steps until he pounced on her.
He kisses her violently, crushing her neck, chest, and feet, roaring like a wild lion that broke away from the herd to declare his rule over a black forest inhabited by no one else.
Three minutes and then he collapsed on top of her before doing worse to her unbearable body.
She got rid of it with disgust and then went to the phone. She called for a number she knew well and waited impatiently until she heard a woman voice echoing. "did he sleep?"
"Yes, the pills you gave me saved me for four months."
"Don't mention it, but you don't have many opportunities." She muttered and then sighed with genuine sympathy for her.
Her lips trembled at what she was about to do, but she had no choice, she whispered. "I know, I'll talk to you after he's gone tomorrow; thank you for helping me."
She murmured before hanging up the phone and stood looking at him, as he fell asleep like a bull. She took off her dress that she was disgusted with, but she had to, only one day and she would finish from him, but when he woke up, he must find her naked and messy next to him.
she tore her dress and then carelessly tossed it on the side of the bed, which was his thing and would make him believe that he had done so. she approached him and unbuttoned his pants, and left him lying as he was while she sat down under the covers beside him trying to sleep under these conditions, maybe the night would pass and tomorrow would come, And she will get rid of this life, which she judged for herself.
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