All I’ve wanted is to have a guy to protect me, love me, and of course fuck me. It’s a dream, I want it to become reality so bad. But, what if I lose hope? Whats the point in living? Not even being able to get a guy, the only reason I live at this point is so I can feel the love of a dominant, hot guy. But, I don’t think it’s possible anymore. So there’s only one solution, kill myself. It’s better then living in pain and sadness daily, so why not? Oh right, I was stopped by being knocked out cold, and unconscious. But by who? Some killer? Maybe a Master? Maybe just some psycho? Hm, read to figure out what happens to me!