Every night is the same...
What else am I to do? I mean, until it is time for the Genetic Opera, there is no other way for me to earn money.
They all like to touch my new parts; they all like to force their tongues inside my mouth. Eventually, other things will find their way down my throat. Every time it happens, and I was told that it would eventually get easier. However, there has never been a time when I don't feel defiled in some way. I want to get out of here... that's why I volunteered for the Genetic Opera; but until then, this is the only way that I can earn money.
Every night, I try to smile...
My kids and my organ payments are the two most important things in my life. These are the two reasons that drive me to do what I do.
Tonight, he is a violent customer. He really likes to hit
me; he wants to see me squirm. I plead for him to stop and just get
it over with. I look like a walking bruise before he finally gets
started with ripping my clothes off. He continues to punch me as he
begins to thrust. As he gets closer to his climax his punches get
harder. When he finally satisfies himself, he celebrates by knocking
out one of my teeth.
There goes another nights pay... I need to
get the tooth replaced.
Yes indeed, every night is the same...