• Today, something interesting happened. Today i died. Most people would say She was so young or How could she do this to herslf. And thats the problem. I didnt do this to myself. Why would i want to leave my six year old girl and a husband that is so good in the bed?I didnt fall of a cliff and land in the Mississippi River on purpose. In fact. i didnt even jump. I was thrown off. How could this be? Why would anyone want to kill me. Im an office lady not a stripper that tore you off by your money(even though i look like a stripper with my slim body, great cleavlege, long hair, and good love skills some might say).
    This is my journey, this is how the man who killed me is dead, this is how me and him became know. I am Janet White, and this is my story.........




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    Two days have passed and im starving, not taking in any part of the food my kidnapper has given me. I look skrunny, not as well feed and happy as i used to look.It is dark and the cold, Decamber weather is now at its highest point tonight. There is no one around. When i hear footsteps aproach, it is usually my kidnapper and his revolting friends.They come to have fun. Not fun like games, oh hell no, but fun like sex. They rape me. Pulling off my clothes and forcing thir p***s' into my mouth without any effort. I try to stop them but it is no use. My fraile, almost lifeless body will not hold back the men. I wince at the pain as they thrust into me, while the men enjoy it. I have bled many times before. All i could do is go to the horribly cleaned restroom, wash myself off, put on the silk dress he gives me, and wait for the next costumer and thier pains that come along with them.
    When all the people are gone, my kidnapper has a private lesson with me. He makes me do things to him, but,not surprisingly, he doesnt do anything back except thrust his enormusly,large p***s into my opening.
    Today, today is different. We are not at the place he concealed me in for two days. He is taking me somewhere where there is no people around to hear my screams, cries, or death.
    TO BE CONTINUED......