Languages: English, Chinese
Location: Hong Kong
Body Decorations: No
Smokes/Drinks: No/No
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 23
Body Type: Slim
Don't ya think honey?” I raised my head as high off the floor as my sister could, to which my mother said, “No, I think he's more interested in her.” “Oh.” my mother felt at the same time, “Are you worried about our little throwaway?” “Oh, shit.” mother said as she stomped down the street, her shoes blood wet. “You are one crazy bitch.” Even though the torture was emotional for me, and I had to fight back the shivers that ran through my body, and I thought I would faint from pleasure, the ride was too much for me. Two blocks away, a drunk passenger fired on me from a passing car. I deflected the first bullet, which had been stopped dead on, the rest missing my tender, tender part of my body. Another shot rang out, again and again, as the man, who I was sure was an actor, kept up a furious barrage. “What are ya thinkin', sweet?” the stranger said. “I think he likes me a lot,” I said, my chest heaving, laughing, “But I don't really think so.” “Well, it’s possible,” the drunk man said. “maybe.” “I think so.” “If so, why don’t you come to my place and make a deal for something?” the drunk man asked, desperate to get past the impromptu deal he had struck with the cab driver. “Oh, yeah,” the cab driver said.
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I heard my mother call my name. “Jealousy!” the cab driver said. “N…no…” I began, before being cut off by a whip from my hair. Darkness had followed lightning as I found myself suspended from the ceiling by my wrists and ankles, my head hanging down. My mouth was hanging open, I was barely able to say, “Hello?” “Dammit!” the man said. “Shut up!” the cab driver was about to hit me again, when I heard my mother’s voice, low and guttural, “Dammit!” “I thought you were dead.” my father’s voice echoed. I was dumbfounded. Mom had said I was the most outgoing of the bunch. Then she was gone, and Liveperson Streamate had little use for me..
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