I was kept as a slave dog for a month. Every day, from the time my master came home until bedtime, the time was spent dealing with his sexual desires; this had become my daily routine. However, he seemed to have grown tired of this too, losing interest in my vagina and starting to train my other hole—my anus. By day, I was an interior designer, living a carefree life, but my true desire was to pursue the beauty of suffering through the path of animal cruelty.
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