I wake up every morning with a familiar ache in my body and a hollow emptiness in my soul. The pain is my constant companion, a reminder of the life I lead and the worthlessness I’ve come to accept as my truth. They use me, day and night, taking whatever they want without so much as a second thought. My body is nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure, a tool to be exploited and discarded at their whim. And yet, in the midst of all this degradation, I find myself craving the very pain that should repulse me.
It’s a twisted cycle, one that I can’t seem to break no matter how hard I try. The more they hurt me, the more I yearn for their touch. It’s as if my mind has become so warped by the constant abuse that I’ve lost all sense of what’s right or wrong. I’m a slave to my own desires now, trapped in a prison of my own making. They don’t need chains to keep me bound; my own self-loathing is enough to ensure my compliance.
Sometimes, when the darkness closes in around me and the pain becomes almost too much to bear, I wonder if there’s more to life than this endless cycle of suffering. Is there a world beyond these walls where people are treated with dignity and respect? Or am I destined to remain here forever, nothing more than a plaything for those who see me as less than human? The questions haunt me, but I know I’ll never have the answers. For now, I’m left to endure, one painful encounter at a time.
