Secret_Writer_551
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I was at the bar, drinking out my loneliness. I felt a lot tipsy when a few guys bought me a drink. I tried to leave, but what grabbed and knocked unconscious. I fell backwards, landing in someone's arms and whimpering.
I am now a prisoner of my Mate. I hate him with all of my might, I love making him angry. His name is Andre Moore Carter.