Frozen While They Fuck to Death
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The more I cry, the hornier my sister gets.
Not a metaphor. Stone cold reality. Me and pop superstar Melody share a sick "emotional link" — the worse I suffer, the more she glows on stage.
My husband Christian discovered this secret.
Then he chose to betray me and crawl into bed with Melody.
Now every time Melody has a big show, Christian locks me in the basement, force-feeds me depression pills, and blasts horror movies 24/7 until I'm totally broken.
My despair gets fed straight into Melody's energy, making her perform like she's possessed.
Tonight they're fucking to celebrate her win. Tomorrow's concert means draining me dry again.
Enough!
If my pain is your sex drug, I'm cutting off the supply completely.
I'm going to the medical center to freeze myself for one full year.
Let you two horny bastards screw each other to death!
Not a metaphor. Stone cold reality. Me and pop superstar Melody share a sick "emotional link" — the worse I suffer, the more she glows on stage.
My husband Christian discovered this secret.
Then he chose to betray me and crawl into bed with Melody.
Now every time Melody has a big show, Christian locks me in the basement, force-feeds me depression pills, and blasts horror movies 24/7 until I'm totally broken.
My despair gets fed straight into Melody's energy, making her perform like she's possessed.
Tonight they're fucking to celebrate her win. Tomorrow's concert means draining me dry again.
Enough!
If my pain is your sex drug, I'm cutting off the supply completely.
I'm going to the medical center to freeze myself for one full year.
Let you two horny bastards screw each other to death!

















































