Inka ippatlo nenu levalenani nirdharinchukunnaka byataku velli mohan ni pilichindi. Mohan lopaliki vachhadu sir ni lepu annadi vaadu kuda sir ani pedd...ga pilichadu. Nannu pattukoni upadu ina levaledu, reeta human ni adigindi sir baaga alasi poyyaru anduke levatam ledu ani chheppadu. So mohan nenu emi chebite adi cheyali evariki cheppavaddu sarena ani andi tanu sare medam emi cheyyali annadu. Promise cheyamani andi sare annadu.Iyete neevu nannu gattiga kowgalinchukovali andi mohan ki emi. He was an introvert, a social recluse of sorts that wanted to keep his desires hidden from everyone, including himself. Inside, he was a slut. Not just any slut, a slut of the most insatiable, perverted, depraved kind. He wanted someone to force him to bring out his dark fantasies and help him to become who he felt he really was inside.She was taking a chance that he wouldn't show but she was betting that the chemistry and the desperation he felt to fulfill his desires would be motivation. An office with walls, with room for plants and decorations, was far more desirable than the sad gray excuse for the cubicle that I worked in now. I’d attended a meeting with Mr. Dentone yesterday—Thursday—and was promised a second interview next Thursday.I truly believed that I earned a bit of party time. Good music and food was a given with parties in my office, so I was sure it would be an interesting time.The only problem was Chase. The rat ex-boyfriend was going to be there with that slut. Now it was his turn to write on me. My breathing calmed and returned to normal as I again felt the cool point of the sharpie on my back. He mumbled as he wrote. SLUT, PIG, FUCK ME HERE, ASS ONLY, BBC COCK WHORE, CUMSLUT, WORTHLESS, EASY FUCK, CUMDUMP, PUBLIC WHORE, HURT ME, RAPE MEAT, PISS ON ME, COCK SLAVE, EXPOSE ME, and many more.Each new phrase increased the mindfuck as I internalized and accepted them as truth. He must have written 30 or more phrases, covering my back, sides, legs, arms.