One night, they dragged me to a tub, tied with scarves - wrists, ankles, chest. "Bath time," Jaa said. They pissed - Aom first, hot and fast, then Jaa, slow and heavy - filling the tub. They held my head under, scarf gag swelling, piss flooding my nose. I thrashed, drowning, but they pinned me. "Clean now," Aom taunted, piling wet panties on my face to dry with my gasping breath.
Every night, it's this - smothered, gagged, bathed in their cruelty. I'm their slave, forever trapped in Bangkok's heat.
Every night, it's this - smothered, gagged, bathed in their cruelty. I'm their slave, forever trapped in Bangkok's heat.
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