In terror and knowing I will probably die i try thru the pain to think of anything to say to keep them from killing me.maybe if i beg............"Wait ladies , please please ...............Laura laughs as she kicks me cruelly again but stops to ask......"what can you possibly say whore , you're fucking thru..."
Please brand me I plea let me prove my self to you, you own me........whore me out, make me a freak,im sure i can be useful to you..........after all if you kill me you cant make money from me............let me make you money i say as Barb spits on my and kicks me in the ribs..........."PLEASE i screammm, i can be your whore people will pay you to use me please omg omg