I will not wear make-up. No no no and Nooooo. " I'm not putting make- up one Cathy. Sorry , but no. It's not happening." " Love, I'm sorry to but it is the way it got to ne. Please don't make me call Nate." I stopes fighting and stood still. " Good girl."She awed. " Woof." I said blandly. She put on a lot os red lip stick because she said it made my lips more like a heart. She also put on alot of mascara and eye liner. Along with some extra wardrobe:fishscale leggings, leather gloves, and madee hold a wip like a lion trainer. I was ready. I am out out my wits scared. I was leaded to a room with six windows and six men in then with six bizzers one box with numbers in them along with one robot voice that said what the numbers were at the point in biding. I rather die. The voice said 'Saving best for last.' I hate this very much. I walked in and lashed my wip for it only making a loud snapping sound. I was very surprised when I went for 900,000$. Suckers. I'm not having sex with someone I didn't know and that is too bad for the guy who disagrees because I get to keep the wip for unnatural reasons. That's not why I'm keeping it. I hope this guy knew it too. I mean I'm 20. I can take care of my self if I really truly need to if you know what I mean. I lashed my wip before leaving. I was lucky I didnt get drugged after my huge fit. I also learned that the guy who trapped me was the owner, he was one crack, and he name was Rob. What a dicks name. If it wasn't Rob, it had to be Dick. " Hi, don't worry, your for my son, not me." my buyer said. " Yes, shall we go?" Rob asked.

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