Here I was, standing out in the hallway wearing nothing but a long blue terrycloth robe. The door in front of me had the words “Art Dept.” stenciled on the frosted glass. What am I doing here, I thought to myself. I know I’m broke, but do I need the money that bad? Just as
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He has controlled me for over 11 years. I do anything fucking he fucking tells me to do or, of course, I will be beaten. I always kneel before him, hands on my ass and face down. I am never allowed on furniture or on the bed. I always have to crawl around and without