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Ok so my boyfriend came in my house and i told my parents hes just a bestfriend and they accepted him cause he was sweet than he went out with my brother and i was looking at him through the window then he became a black guy a disgusting one his clothes were nasty his hair was horrible and everything and then looked up at me and seemed mad at me then i was like to myself whatever i dont care how he look like its still the guy i've always loved then once i said this its like god heared me and he became himself again like the white guy and looked up again and smiled at me

I was in the city and in my mother in laws apartment taking a shower, and there were dead spiders everywhere. Then I tried taking the elevator down but fell, and a stranger caught my leg to keep me from falling but was confused as to why I was frisking out. Then my husbands friend came up to me, telling me that I needed to know that he had cheated on me with her. So I confronted him and he. Confirmed it. Then I asked him if he had cheated on me with his ex. And he said yes. I took off my rings and asked him how long ago, and it had happened right after we got married. And we've been married for a month. And so I handed him the rings back, and asked him if I wasn't good enough. He replied that I wasn't, and I yelled at him and smacked him, and said how it was that I wasn't better than his ex who cheated on him. And I was throwing my clothes into my bags and he did not care that I was leaving him. And the streets were crowded just like back at home.

Ok....so what I remember is talking to my female classmates into going to Vegas all together. We carpooled in each others cars, I drove a car that I guess was mine. We got down there and checked into our rooms and began our venture on foot. Some of us wanted to do different things so we split up into groups according to where we wanted to go. Me being stubborn and big headed decided to venture off with the smallest group and eventually do my own thing. The was this place kind of at the end of all the crazy nose and lights. I wanted to check it out and no one else did, so I went alone. I got up and started making my way to leave when some very big very built guy stopped me. He asked where I was from and why I was there. Asked me if I wanted a job and I said no. Told him my friends were probably worried about me and I needed to get going so they wouldn't have to look for me. I wasn't about to leave what I can enjoy....lol... I had lots of fun but after what seemed like a whole night I decided I should get going so my classmates don't worry about me. That's when the trouble started. I got up and started making my way to leave when some very big very built guy stopped me. He asked where I was from and why I was there. Asked me if I wanted a job and I said no. Told him my friends were probably worried about me and I needed to get going so they wouldn't have to look for me. That didn't seem to make him happy that I wanted to leave. He grabbed my arm and told me he just needed to talk some sense into me because I wasn't getting it. I didn't see what I wasn't missing out on. I was forcibly walked to an office and sat on a couch. Another big guy walked in and shut the door. The two guys looked me up and down then quietly talked amongst each other. Something was decided and I was moved to another room but this one was different. It had one purpose and that was not on my list..... I was forced by both guys to sit on a dirty smelly bed. One guy held me down while the other worked on handcuffing my legs. Then my wrists were handcuffed. My gut twisted into knots thinking about what was going to happen. My clothes were then cut off me and I could see a dresser that held things I didn't want to think about. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do it think. I stayed there for at least a week. That whole time was them breaking me in, I was told I wasn't missed. I wasn't wanted by anyone and no one would want me ever again.

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