Bøger af Mel Mardon

"I hate you! I hate you!", she sobbed as the blows continued to rain down on her body. And as a renewed onslaught of the belt started, through clenched teeth she screamed:" I still fucking hate you!!!" Her body stinging and burning all over from the blast of the thrashings, she curled into a ball on her bed, silently sobbing into her pillow. - She was me at age sixteen, but, of course my journey started way before then, so let's travel right back to the very beginning of me …