It's been about half a year since I came to this room… At first, I couldn't stop vomiting and couldn't even swallow food, but now I feel nothing. If you work seriously, you won't be subjected to violence and can get food. Even if I leave here, there's nothing to do, and now I'm not sure if I want to leave or not. Not having to think is easy… She was locked in a dimly lit room, her body and mind controlled by endless violence and excessive pleasure. Now she doesn't even hope for release. Eventually, what escapes from her mouth are gasps, copious saliva from intense deepthroating, and the words 'I'm sorry.' She lives only to be used as a flesh toilet for sexual gratification, today too she weeps while taking it in her mouth and spreading her legs…
