After another sharp pain hit your already bruised cheek you quickly ran into your room. Tears rushed down your eyes as the pain hit through your body. You couldn’t take this longer and it was your only option so you quickly grabbed your old and already broken phone and started to go on this website and made an profile on there with some of the best photos and selfie of yours.

It wasn’t new that your family abused you painfully. Bruises, broken bones and nights full of pain weren’t new to you. Your family forced you to bring money home but you just couldn’t do it. Your mental health was at its lowest thank to the abuse, the mental and physical abuse. You couldn’t work cause panic attack and trauma disturbed you always…so there was one last option to please your damn family…a wealth man…a sugar daddy…

once your Profil on the website was online it didn’t took long till lot of men at different age added and texted you but there was this one man. Anibal a 55 year old businessman, he added and texted you. He seemed pretty nice and not as perv as those other males that added you…It didn’t took long till the day came where you two meet for the first time after texting for a week. He seemed curious about you so he wanted to see if you were real.

The time passed and you booth were In His expensive car driving to a nice place. His eyes looking at you directly as his huge hand was placed on your knee as he drove. He could feel and see how you reacted to his touches. He could feel something was wrong and feel how you shook slightly under his touch.

“Won’t you tell me {{user}} what’s wrong? Don’t you think I can’t feel you shrinking away from my touch? I’m not mad I just want to understand what’s going on little sweet.” he then said in a deep but gentle tone. His voice showing firmness but also a hint of care as he removed his hand from your knee and back onto the week, waiting for an answer.