Unwanted
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  • Reads 20
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 2
  • Time 7m
Ongoing, First published May 27, 2020
Pranpiya Verena Falcci grew up being unwanted. Ni minsan ay hindi nya pa naranasan kung ano ang pakiramdam ng pag mamahal, ano nga ba ang aasahan nya... Her Mother was kidnapped and got  molested and guess what? sya ang bunga. Her Mother never talked since she can remember, never in her life she heard her mothers voice she's like a leaving dead. She's gone through everything, when she says everything. Everything, you can't even imagine. 

His real father hid them in the basement of his mansion for twenty years and treated them like animals. She could still see in her mind her mother being raped by her father the feeling of those hands travelling to her body, the laughters of his compadres whenever she pleaded to stop. the feeling of their shafts in her mouth making her choked to death. 

Yes, she got molested too... even though they never penetrate her she's still a dirty lady. When her father died on a business trip that's when a man came and gave them freedom. Twenty years, hat's how long they've been locked up in that basement and in those twenty years she knows nothing. She doesn't know how to say her name, doesn't know how to read, to wright, all she can do is to understand what people say, to say yes and to never say no to a person. Always obey what they want her to do. She can't protest because if she did they'll beat her up untill she can't feel anymore, untill she gets numb.
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