I hated the sound of so many people typing at once. It felt like needles being dug into my brain. I debated sneaking out my phone and plugging headpho...es into it and listening to one of my music playlists on YouTube, or listening to me, true crime channel, but just as I was about to fish my phone out of my purse, Valerie came to my desk.She was holding a vase full of roses and a card, “Someone dropped these off at the front desk for you," she said with a strange tone in her voice.I felt my. The government?" Who promises eternal life, bliss, and joy, but attempts to harness everyone to a single way of thinking?" Religion?" Think bigger. If you are going to go all out on a limb with a poem like this, you have to go all in. Who holds happiness like a carrot on a stick and promises things that you can only verify in death?" God!" This author isn't writing about a lover's betrayal. Look at the imagery. 'Washed in the blood.' 'Tell me lies.' 'Promises are always broken.' Elevate your. ..it sounded to me, like it belonged to someone else. I screamed shrill and loud. It was just what they needed.I fell forward restrained by my wrists. It felt like I’d been slapped really hard but as that wasn’t an all-together unfamiliar feeling for me it was perhaps a release. Endorphins started to flood my brain tissue, trying desperately to block my pain receptors. Deep down I knew and excepted this was just the start of my journey into hell. She now my tormenter, just stood there for a. Mai thak gai thi to kapde se face saaf karke bed par hi padi rahi.20 min baad mei toilet jaane ko uthi to wo v mere piche piche toilet me gaya or bola yahi mooto or kah kar wo v baith gaya or bola apni gaand mere lund pe rukh k baith jaa.Mai jab baith gai lund pe to wo bola ab mooto par dosto bahut kosis karne per thoda sa moot nikla.Fir bed par aaye to usene mujhe 3 baar choda.Us din usne 4 baar choda.Chachi jab aai to mai bistar par soi thi.Usne mujhe jagaya or bola raani kya hua.Maine kaha.