“Honey, I have an important question for you.”I looked at her curiously, “Okay!”“How important is your art to you?”“What do you mean?”...��I mean, do you feel driven to always be drawing something? Or is drawing something you like to do as much as you like to play basketball and fight with your sister and all those other things you like to do?”“I don’t ‘like’ to fight with Tara. Sometimes I can’t help it, but I don’t like it. Why are you asking?”“If you’re going to be an artist, I should find a. "Kaun Sudha? (Who Sudha?)" Sita wanted to know. After some discussion they established which Sudha Dipu was talking about. Sita looked at me with questioning eyes and I nodded. I thought, "Maybe I will soon have another virgin choot to deflower".Dipu continued, "Few months back one day, I did not feel well at school and I obtained permission to go home early. When I approached our quarters I saw mother sitting outside talking to the owner of the provision store from where we bought our. While the machine sucked at my breasts they would continue to fuck my ass and pussy. Roughly fucking my ass hard and deep they would pause every other stroke to shove 4 fingers up my ass or a fist my pussy. They'd cum and piss inside my pussy and ass. I'd be throughly used. When they want to rinse out the cum they'd take a hose and insert it into my vagina and ass and turn it on forcing water deep into me. Then they'd leave me, with the hose pouring water deep into me. Tied up and broken, while. I swear it wasn't broken when I came here, what caused it to... Never mind. Just never fucking mind.I wish I had never been born. My life has been nothing but a series of disappointments up to this point: always being bullied in school, half-assing my later education, mismanaging relationships, never finding any real friends. I was clearly never meant to be. What is a man to do in this case but weep?And weep I do. I crawl into a ball onto the floor in front of the broken elevator and break into.