To give that up to meet someone that wasn't in the business. "Maybe it was just them, maybe they had bad luck," I thought to myself. I got up from the...couch and messaged a few of the other women I knew online. One by one, they said the same thing. One of them even showed her old profile under another name. It had zero followers. Same pictures, same content as her new profile only one difference her old account had shown a photo of her hanging out with her new boyfriend. It had hashtags like. She turned away. If Emily survived this, she would come out of it numb and emotionless. Her soul would be crushed and be sucked completely out of her by the merciless men. If Emily didn’t survive, well…They seemed to walk for quite a while before Angel finally put the key in the door and opened it. She held the door open as Emily walked in.Angel took Emily’s bag and set it on the sink in the bathroom. She knew the girl wouldn’t need anything from it for quite a while, but also knew the thought. Every time the man pushed, the newwoman pushed back harder. Fajr was on the cusp of existing, of being thereal person while her doppelganger faded into a forgotten memory. Hestruggled and roared, but it was much like a toddler struggling againsttheir parent, fruitless.Fajr opened her eyes.She was in her one bedroom apartment, fallen asleep at her writing desk.It was weird, living alone after years living with her parents. Still,they supported her, even if it had meant she needed a second job. She’ll have trouble walking normally for a little while, but she’ll recover before you know it. It’s for her own good ... and yours. She’s going to be your wife someday, if you go along with this. You need to know what kind of wife you’ll have. I think that you’ll find this quite the life to lead. Very wonderful, in fact,” I chuckled, now turning to Emily, “Alright, every man here has cum at least once since supper. We’re all calmer now. Say your piece, babe.”“Okay, then. Allow me to propose.