I wore all kinds of precious stones to feel like one... But you saw exactly who I was - A slave who didn't see her own situation. No matter how much jewelry I carried, I would never feel pretty enough... Because I was horrible. I was never able to see people as people, just objects that I used to rise in my social position. But the custom of leaving in a carriage without even looking the driver in the face or saying "good night" and entering a ballroom looking for the richest man... Ended that day.
The more and more you gave me jewelry, the more trapped I became... When I saw it, the necklace around my neck was a collar and the bracelets were handcuffs. No one said it, but everyone saw it
"The girl who had a night out now only goes out with her master"
"The object girl is only discarded smeared... After satisfying her owner"
The mansion was a captivity
And I could only say 💖
Yes, my good sir, fill me more with your distorted love 💦
Mango
2024-07-10 18:40:25 +0000 UTCManuel Lorenz
2024-07-10 15:24:00 +0000 UTC