Replica (II) I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to take it. I know, it seems like something typical, and that l

Replica (II) I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to take it. I know, it seems like something typical, and that led me to the point of being fed up with myself. For having denied the reality, for having wanted to be a victim and have as much guilt as the "victimizer" could not be a fortune teller, and if the only thing that could reflect what I felt they were my words and they were false, obviously he wouldn't understand it or I would know. My body, for its part, craved it, and little by little, many nights, my finger explored my pussy again one night in particular, I remembered everything that and my body wanted fire. I pleased him by putting his finger in my little thing, putting it in and taking it out, remembering his penetrations, his nails scratching my back, His words, every thrust of his penis in and out of my mouth. I put my finger in and out, I rubbed my clitoris with it, and little by little, I felt a sensation very similar to that of that day. I wanted to have him again, longing for lust and sex, to feel dominated, to feel possessed once again. I felt like it was ending, but it wasn't enough for me. I decided to rest and for a change, listen to something that brought back memories. "sonata"? If that song gave its name to this story, I think that especially that part that says As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of what I used to be. It's easier when you don't see me standing on my own two feet. I'm taller when I sit here still; you ask are all my dreams fulfilled I remembered his lips, his bites. I wanted to be in any part, feeling that he was tying me up and that he was beginning to penetrate me, slowly. That Then he increased the speed while telling me "Whenever I want, I'll fuck you." little whore," I imagined him squeezing my nipples, then ordering me to turn around, and penetrating me hard doggy style, while he hit my ass with his hands, pulling my hair. "How I would like it" I thought. How I would like it to be came out, and began to insert his fingers, but without letting me finish... telling me "your You finish when I want, bitch, don't be disobedient" and I, just wanting obey him, he would endure. Then he would tie my hair and put it in my mouth, like always, violently, pulling my hair, wanting to make him come into my throat, and finally, putting it into me forcefully, between pulling and slapping, making me finish imagining all that ended with much more force, my pussy soaked he cried out for his member I knew many things in that time. Things that changed a lot perspective of how everything was, of how he took everything. And little by little, I began to understand, that he was not who I thought, whether in a good or bad way. Clear, I wish that your dreams would come true even if I were not in them, and therefore For a while, I had that selfish feeling of only wanting him for myself. All That was chaos, understanding, falls I understood his life a little and I think mine too, although I refused to believe that in reality everything was really as it was, and as much of the feeling faded, many things They also vanished. Finally, I didn't want anything anymore. Nevermore To gray times always near Damn mistake Begotten Torn away Below all blames All is bleached Forget all your sins Go ahead for bad goals It was a lie Sader than yours For all tears deny But I can't be strong Black end come on Let's fade away (black, deep tears) No, he had nothing to lose, and maybe something to gain: satisfaction. Yes, that sick satisfaction, the one that only knew the most dark of feeling and being, the one that needed to feel for the first time satiated So, I decided that that part of me, the least healthy, the most insatiable and sick person to take care of the whole matter... if there was nothing, what could be lost?... I find trust in hate (TO BE CONTINUED)