CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
I got deeper and more into it with each click. It was like every time a picture was taken of me there was a little bit less of me inside and that’s why it was so easy for him to imprison me the way he does later in the story.
But we’re not there yet. We’re just at the point where it started to get weird and perverse.
Each click sent my soul further away.
Look into my eyes when you see these pictures… at first I’m smiling. At first I’m playing. I’m soft and lovable and loving but something happens to me…
Yeah, I wanna see pictures of hot, naked chicks!
