Dear Braddock County Sheriff's Anonymous Email:
My life has been total humilation. Howeva, I really don't know what to call my situation. I mean today, my abusers cooked me a macaroni and cheese dinner. What's wrong with that shit? Well the mac and cheeze was a dark oith tone. My abuser, [let's call him Mr. Excrement] foiced my ass to eat it.
Some people say I am a classic case of Stockholm Syndrome. Every day I'm molested, others say I sexually assaulted in the thoid degree, and others call it sexual misconduct. I didn't want this or invite it. I would often fight and say no. But the membas of my crew would kick my ass foy my troubles then foice me to eat jelly in the most vile manna possible. Mr. Excrement used to fondle my thighs and go into my pants and give me a wedgie causing all the chocolate pudding in my drawers to spill down to my feet.
Just today my beloved Master said he was going to rewoid my ass for being such a great Women's champion with a white, female client that weighed unda' foy hundred pounds. I never been with a white woman that small befoy. So I started getting all excited, then all that macroni had woiked its way to my intestines and I made a huge mess of myself.
When my client walked in the dowa. She looked at the mess dripping down my legs. Then she started to laugh at my ass, then she got angry and started to severaly beat me with a belt. I begged her to stop toichaing my ass. She said she would if I promised to poifoim sweet ass music on her. I said, "that's my specialty...that's what I am supposed to do... why did you whip my ass for that shit?" Then she said, she had some of that same macaroni too! woo... woo... woo... wooot.... nyuck, nyuck, nyuck....
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