Three masked men
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Panting, I fall to the ground and roll to my back, the men keep kicking and punching me, and not giving a damn what they’re doing. The one screams harshly at them telling them to stop for a second. I open my eyes for a second and slowly sit up. When I sit up I’m fully out of breath I look up at all three of them and look back down, I feel the blood slowly drip from my forehead and then watch the blood slowly drip off my chin and nose as it falls to the cold cement ground. My eyes throb in excruciating pain and start to swell. I breathe from my mouth and slowly look back up at the three dark skinned men I couldn’t see much but the masks on their faces their clothes and their bare arms.
This story is about a young transgender guy named Riley whose 21 years old. He goes through hell with these three masked men who physically and mentally torturer him. He finds his first true love and realizes who's his real friends. The three masked men run his life and show him that his nightmares are going to become his reality. This story shows you the struggles this young man goes through on a daily basis.
has strong language, and sexual activity, you are now warned(:
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