White Walls

White Walls by ismara

So here we are free to live by our instincts as pure animals - eat, sleep, fuck. It may have once been something I talked myself into to make this fucked up situation bearable. But I've come to truly believe it. If they offered me the choice of having my old life back, I would stay here.

I once wished I knew how and why I got here, but I've come to appreciate that I don't. I only wish I knew who it was so I could thank him. But I probably do without knowing. I'm sure he's come to get my lips wrapped around his dick at some point.

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