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tender suffering
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Looking back at my own crazy in a somewhat different mood, I see a grotesque metaphor for being helpless, groped everywhere and finally cummed on. Feels better and maybe I saved myself a few hours of intense regrets sometime in the future.Modern time, a park or some other public place (no children of course), a T-shaped cross. I am perfectly groomed and lovely - hair, body, nails, toes, makeup, everything. Stop laughing! They use thick steel nails, with my feet nailed together. No sedile or cornu of any kind. Each time I pass out, they wake me up with whips, electric shockers and hot iron tongs. Nothing, ever, touches my face. After several hours of screaming they shoot me in the belly with a shotgun (the shotgun is somehow important) until I die.
This forum is very useful, in the nosce te ipsum sense first and foremost.