He really was beautiful, well-coordinated and attractive, such girls whisper at desks and quietly giggle, these guys make guessings at divination, and some moan at night, representing such a type. And he noticed me when I was going home, he called me to the cafe, he told me wonderful stories, and I thought that this was just a fairy tale and he would now be mine. I drank a lot, invited him to my place, as he insisted on it. And already at home, he literally raped me ... It was a real rapist, not my destiny. An evil handsome man twisted my hands, tied them up with a belt, hammered my mouth with my own cowards, and began to cruelly have me in all possible places without being embarrassed by dirt or blood. I cried and suffered, crying and silently begging for him to stop, but he was tireless and ruthless. At first, he “opened” my pussy, then took hold of the ass. I lost consciousness from the pain, and when I woke up in the morning, I spent about an hour trying to get out of the belt that held me down. What can I say, I wanted a handsome man in exchange for innocence, I got it. They received a statement from the police, they gave me a ride through all the examinations and said that they would look for him, but I didn’t believe in that, because after such a story I again found envelopes on the window.

“Deal: I want to love sex, I do not want to suffer from a member and be afraid of it, I will give my peace of mind for it”

“Deal: I want to be happier, part of the moral is my price”

My hands were shaking, I was afraid of everything and everywhere, such injuries as this “handsome man” do not heal quickly, and perhaps never. I sat on the couch and looked at their envelopes that they carry in themselves? Only evil? Or am I just losing myself in my unrealized impulses? They all said that I want to, and because they were not mistaken, I really wanted it all, but I did not know what the price would be.

I decided on the next envelope after a nervous breakdown closer to the summer, when I again wanted to climb into the loop. I was afraid of all the men around, I was sick of their views, in which I saw only lust and the desire to harm me. In each of the members, I saw only rapists. Then I opened this envelope and read for faithfulness the golden words on black paper - "I want to love sex, I do not want to suffer from a member and be afraid of it, I will give my peace of mind for it". After these words, I crumpled the open envelope, but noticed that it was not empty, inside there was a gift card for five thousand in a sex shop that was right in my house, in the basement. And this is the solution? What nonsense ... I threw the card into the table and forgot about it by the night. However, she remembered her after ten days, when she was tired of rubbing her crotch from the often appearing heat of desire. Yes, the changes have occurred, I have become a lustful fuck that I want to stop every day, and even more than once. At first it scared me, then the pleasure of orgasms alleviated the frustration, and then I fell in love with this passion, which deprived me of calm. I started to masturbate in the morning, when I had about an hour before work, I put my fingers on my raped hole in curly hairs, and stroked her, as if apologizing for what she had to go through, then I rubbed her and got a flash of joy and satisfaction from which my legs were trembling. The second time I touched myself at work, when no one was around, I again touched myself down, constantly fearing that I might be noticed in this archive, and finished again. Toward the close of the day, I was rubbing myself before bed, so as not to wake up at night.Of course, with such a new libido, I stopped scaring everyone, but it did not heal me. And then I took the card offered to me, and bought myself an excellent quiet vibrator in the form of a member of sixteen centimeters and was pleased with the purchase. When I returned home, there were new envelopes on my windowsill:

«Deal: I want to terminate the transaction, and I am ready to return everything as it was "

«Deal: I want more money, the body is ready to pay as payment ”

I did not like the envelopes, the first one I just tore into pieces and threw out, so that nothing from me would take away my apartment and a nice nose. Strange, but with the advent of time I already knew that in fact all the changes were not bad, I just got into a mess with a handsome boy, it was possible to lose my virginity and be easier. I put the second envelope on the table for the rest, and also looked at them again - six envelopes, six transactions. What to choose next? I made a choice, moreover a radical one:

— I want a promotion at work, I will give part of the speech in exchange. - I said, opening the first envelope, immediately opening the second. - And I want to be beautiful, my face should be beautiful, for that I will give some of my knowledge.

Everything! Bridges burned, I will be beautiful, and I will finally get out of my swamp!

Well, not everything and not immediately, but systematically and inevitably. After opening a pair of envelopes, I was pretty much poisoned and ill, no matter what, but I was atrociously atrociously for about six days in a hospital ward, I hardly remember this time at all, I vomited and had a high fever, and the diagnosis poisoning "and all. She survived shorter, somehow crawled out of this state house and, after finishing a fight, went to work. I was not sorry for a long time, the words “Yulenka are you? You are so pale! What happened to you? ”Ended ten days later, when the husks from my red hari fell away and showed practically clean skin, delicate and velvety under me, my clumsy eyebrows stopped catching on. Coupled with my nose, it looked really beautiful, and even the eyes, as if more steel, only cheap glasses spoiled everything. Charm and delight, but no matter how, and this barrel of honey had its own fly in the ointment, or rather even two. After my illness, something happened to my throat, that very side was collecting its pay, I began to lisp a bit and stammer at the c-complex letter Cc. So now I have, that is not a suggestion, then permanent ss. I was infuriated, but without my favorite letter “P”, I really didn’t develop the complexes. Do not develop, do not worry, for the first time I got stuck at work - I forgot how to arrange literature in the tables and almost two dozen books were completely unrecorded, since my boss discovered it in time and adjusted the order, and sent me to the director to give explanations. I walked and thought that I would be trampled down to hell from this familiar place, I was shaking in front of an evil secretary in her big glasses, and then I went to the library director himself. I often saw him before that, but he apparently didn’t remember me at all, since as soon as I sat in front of his desk, he just looked at me for a minute and a half and that was all. I also looked at him, he was about fifty years old, but he was not a pot-bellied snob like most of his ilk, he was a lean man with a shiny bald head surrounded by slightly gray hair. And when our staring game was over, he asked me about the incident, asked me how my place was at all, and very expectedly offered me a promotion, specifically a transfer to the presentation department. He offered to become the administrator of the presentation hall of new books, to welcome guests and generally to keep order in the field of presentation of our library, you see, my speech is very sweet with its constant stuttering and a thin voice in a cathole there is no deep letter “R.” And indeed, my attractive face should be visible, and not hide in basements. He said, “If a photo with you in a newspaper or a magazine comes from a regular meeting with the author, people will throw down the crowd to us!” Of course, I agreed and signed the papers in three days. "Convincing"! And new ones do not keep themselves waiting.

It took about a month, as I settled in a new place, I do not know what knowledge I gave for an attractive face, but they gave me a new job ... Read more →