Истории Sidjdj

This is my rape story when i was 14. i am only publishing this so that the people close to me know what really happened.

There's this thing called a maze, and I'm not talking about those ridiculously easy ones on the backs of cereal boxes. I'm talking about mazes filled with false shortcuts, illusions, wrong turns, multiple copies of certain landmarks. And demons. Monsters, ghosts, all your worst nightmares combined. Fear himself. Your deepest, darkest desires and fears you never wanted to accept that you had. Everything you can't fight against, everything that opposes you. What's that you say? That this "maze" is a death trap, a prison? You're partially correct. It's all three combined.