Me: Mujhe pata hai dad aapko pyar nahi karte aapka dhyan nahi rakhte lekin main hun na. Mom kyu na hum relationship mein aa jaye. I love you, mom.Mom:...Ye kaise ho sakta hai?Me: Ab itna kuch ho gaya toh ye kya hai. Aapko bhi enjoy karne milega aur mujhe real love mil jayegi.Mom mere baato se bohut impress ho gayi.Mom: I really love you beta.Me: Thik hai fir main aapko aaj se Simran bulauga.Mom: Ye sunne main mujhe bhi accha lag raha hai.Me: Toh Simran aaj bhar ghumne jaate hai?Mom: Thik hai.Mom. Both men began groping me in an often painful manner. For the most part I bit my lip and suffered the abuse while trying very hard not to let them know how much they were hurting me. In retrospect I guess that was pretty stupid. But I cried out several times when they hurt me more than I could handle in silence. They ignored my cries. But it isn't that they didn't care. I quickly came to realize that hurting me is the plan.Every now and then I was able to catch a glimpse of Mr. Riggs as he sat. We started talking. She said she couldn't believe that I was the guy from Badoo. She complimented me on being tall and having nice eyes, strong and how she never expected me to come. We continued talking as she shows me the rest of her house she had a toilet up stairs and asks if i could use it. She said she was gonna go change no problem I walked into her toilet and couldn’t stop thinking how gorgeous she was and how much I wanted to slide my dick inside her. I could hear her opening and. "Ta da! Gabe, meet your Red Ribbon Rapist."Gabe chuckled, taking the paper and staring at the face. "You know, I'd really love to know who comes up with some of these names they give killers."Jean laughed. "Yeah but it sure as hell sounds better than 'unsub' or 'unknown perpetrator'. Everyone knows who you're talking about."He handed the sketch back to Jean. "Get me a couple hundred copies of that, okay? Have it sent out state wide, especially county wide. And I need some real clean copies to.