Left For Dead

W4-27-BU_WTI couldn’t help but look at myself with disappointment and awe.  I was once this big bustling black powerhouse of a man, and when I pissed the wrong people off, they found a way to shove me into a bodysuit, one specifically designed to ingrain into your nerves, making it almost impossible to remove.  They, ‘mercifully’, left me alone in the streets with no name, ID, or money.  All I had were some sexy clothes and a body that would get most men’s dicks rock solid.  I almost wish they killed me instead.


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