Hello. I am Sandrene. Nicknamed Twinkle. You might think that's a pretty nickname. Yeah,sure it is. For me too it seemed pretty cute at first.
But it is not cut any more for me, as I am called that every day. Yeah, by my lover...No actually "lovers". As people call them. My "daddies". I had almost forgotten my name. I woke up this morning thinking it would be a good day, but felt a little pain on my vagina.
Yesterday there was too much of it. 17 people. That's more than any other day. Day before yesterday it was 15. Still less that yesterday.
"Hey!!! Twinkle,you're up...why didn't you come directly to me?",said Patrick pinching my bare ass hard.You might think it did hurt and I would have slapped him right-away.But I didn't do that. Actually I am not allowed to do that.
Patrick is my master...to say my "grand daddy ".
Twinkle was a name given to me by Jack. My first boyfriend...when I was a normal girl...yeah...I am not that any more....I am a "little girl" now beaten up on the breasts, bitten on the ass, whipped on the vagina, torn by the wings....
Defining it by a word....I AM A PROSTITUTE....
YOU ARE READING
Torn Wings
Mystery / ThrillerThe story of a prostitute....how she was dragged into it....how she is treated now....and how she tries to get out of it but is stopped every time. Will she ever be able to get out of it..? Will she meet someone who would love her the way she worth...
