Probably because of my Dad’s misogynistic views, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that women were as capable and intelligent as m...n, and I felt horrified that I would have to sacrifice my University aspirations to become a sex slave to an old pervert.I just couldn’t stand it. The wedding had been planned for months, and would take place on my 18th birthday. On the eve of my 18th. birthday, in the dead of night, I opened the bathroom window and climbed out, jumping down to. She said to me, “Are you going to stare all day or are you going to help my hornball?” I laughed and proceeded to picking up my end of the couch making sure to fixate my eyes on Nikki’s gorgeous breasts. We placed the couch in the corner in which I had sworn it was last time I watched her kids. However, I wasn’t about to argue since I had gotten to see her tits. I asked her if that was all she needed, expecting a simple yes or now. However, the answer I got was mind blowing. “No, you know just. Mai use dheere dheere use sex ki suruaat kaise karunga btane laga to wo phone pe hi siskariya bharne lgi jisko sunke mai bi garam ho gaya aur apne ko sant karne ke liye muth marna pada. . Hm karna to sb kuch chahte the lekin hmare pas na jagah thi na mauka, . .use ghar se jyada bahar ni jane diya jata. . .din bitate gaye .January me jb jyada thandi hone lgi to hmara skul band ho gaya bt hm dono coaching padhne skul ke bahar guest house me jaya krte the. . . .ab jb tk sir ni ate the tb tk hm ek. ”“Because you and Vito are going to try to punish me.”“That remains to be seen, but if it happens there will be no try about it. Is what Vito said true, have you deliberately crippled or killed slaves or anyone else?”“Yes.”“Why?”“Because I enjoy it. I enjoy their suffering. I enjoy watching the hope die in their eyes when they realize that there is no hope, that the only way their suffering will end is when I grow tired of it and decide to kill them. I enjoy watching the light go out in their.