Chapter 2029: 2029 15

Crab Milk Hemp Beater was seventeen years old and had established herself as an actress. It is no exaggeration to say that they have been called to television shows, that they have decorated the magazine covers, and that they have built an era.

Being in a brilliant world made me drunk and float, while there was always darkness in the mind of the hemp batter.

Since the day he entered the entertainment production, Hemp Beater has not had a night of rest in his heart as an overnight stay. Both the menstrual day and the day of the abortion, he continued to be molested as the president's toy. He was used with a variety of instruments, hit with all kinds of medicines, and in a wealth of situations, he was appreciated by a large number of men and all kinds of animals and continued to be deceived in as many ways as he could imagine.

"Whose fault is it that the poor girl in the country was able to see the day? Ahhh? I'm glad your parents are so happy, and I owe you money for the house. What would happen if they found out that you're a shabby sex machine that loves to play perverts at night? Your parents, you'd be shocked ~? Your mother is so old and mentally weak that she might die of shock ~? Gehaha!

The president, who used to wear hemp punches every night, always spoke of his family and tied hemp punches with his heart.

"I'll tell you what. You're the best woman I've ever seen. She's the most amazing woman in the world. A presence whose name is known throughout Japan, whose face is remembered, and which remains in the hearts of people. Colour the place as a round of beautiful flowers, seen with envy, to be mentioned on the subject of people. You got into this world because you wanted to, didn't you? Besides, I could take that culmination. Excellent. And this is how you delight the men at night, a woman like a goddess. No woman has ever been better as a woman. I'm at the top of the lady. And you're savoring the best of pleasure and happiness, too. Thank you for your destiny."

The president's words made the hemp beater more miserable. Desperate. It just sounded like ridiculous bullshit. But he was desperately telling himself that he received it the wrong way. I'm sure the president was right.

Hemp punch was also used again. I was trying to believe the president's words. Whether it's a sex toy at night or glory at hand by day. The hemp batter was bound by obsession and fear that he did not want to turn down that glory and lose it, and anxiety and fear that he did not want to be known for his filthy self at night.

When he turned eighteen, Hemp Beater was released from production president. in the form of the death of the president. It was drug addiction death. Plus, he died in the middle of an eye contact with Hemp Beater. It remained connected to the hemp beater and became an immobile chunk of meat. Hemp punch also had vaginal cramps due to shock, and fell into a situation where he couldn't get out of it while connected to an ugly meat chunk.

He asked the backstreet championship organization "Great King of Terror Sponsorship" to turn his hand around, and the cause of death was covered up and the apparent appearance was handled by a heart attack.

But freeing him from the president didn't free Hemp Beater from drugs.

After being severely addicted, he is frequently invited to parties by close entertainers, where he is also made into various kinds of drag pickles. And days dominated by pleasure, encouraging people to mate with men who don't seem to know who they are.

I can't even try to get out of it. You think it's a bad thing, and you want to stop, but you can't stop. Threatened by the despair and terror running on the main road leading to ruin, he plays the role of actress, even though he is going mad, without showing himself as much as a shard at noon.

"Help me... someone..."

At night, in a hot shower, the hemp batter is always crying. I desperately wash away the stink of stinking alcohol, tobacco, perfume and semen, crying and always begging for help. I have called for help hundreds, thousands of times. But naturally, no one responds. No one gets a voice.

(Help me... Somebody help me...)

Even during the day, when I notice it, I whine without saying it to my mouth. I'm afraid I'm going to speak out in my voice before I realize it. The biggest fear for hemp batters was being known for their ugly self. My ugliness was to be exposed in the daylight.

And that fear became a reality two years ago - when Hemp Beater turned twenty-three.

The hemp batter developed withdrawal symptoms during the shooting and was confused when he saw the hallucinations. He called out like crazy, beating and scratching at actors and staff, destroying equipment, and even taking off his clothes, scratching his body to the point of bleeding. He saw the inside of his body and skin, the hallucinations of massive bugs crawling.

A week after being transported to the hospital for drug addiction, hemp batters finally regained their sanity at the hospital.

And I knew that I had caused what I feared most, and I despaired. But fate will give her an even more cruel maneuver than Hemp Fighter thought.

It was also known that the hemp beater was addicted to drugs and that he was attending a nasty party every night, and even the video of the shooting and the eye contact with the hemp beater that the president was shooting had leaked to the Internet. And when he found out about it, his mother died of shock, and his father hung himself in despair.

The hemp batter, who lost everything, tried to commit suicide herself by becoming semi-frequent, but was stopped by a doctor, who, after being severely restrained, struck him with plenty of sedatives and sleeping pills, turning him into a living corpse.

The hospital that was admitting the hemp batter found a pickup one day and left it there. The offer to take it away was a suspicious facility, but the hospital side did not refuse because it was loaded with large sums of money from the facility side after one patient, both expensive and expensive, disappeared. Patients like hemp batters without their bodies, even if they used to be celebrities, are unlikely to be known to anyone even if they travel secretly.

And it was the days of human experimentation that the hair was waiting for the hemp batter, who had been deposited in a facility called Baste if it was dust. Walking from hell to hell, to the fate of a nightmare, whether she slept or woke up, Hemp Beater went completely insane.

From Buste if dust is also loaded, this madness subject awakened me to the powerful power of being good, which seemed to me to be wishful or difficult, but had no control at all, so I ended up trapped in a room without any light, after being put to sleep again.

(Somebody... help me...)

When he occasionally regained consciousness, or fell asleep as shallow as he occasionally dreamed, Hemp Beater always had the same dialogue in mind.

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On a bench in a park, one boy falls asleep and one girl is knee-pillowing the boy's head.

"I'm crying. It's a ghost cry. Also... someone somewhere is calling for help"

The boy with glasses woke up and suddenly said such a dialogue.

"Again?"

A tall, beautiful girl in a boyish outfit, with a knee pillow on the boy, peeks into the boy with a strange look. The boy looks pretty neat, too, but he's pretty short compared to the girl. They are both in their mid-teens. It would be about middle school or high school.

"Oh, again. I mean... why are you knee-pillows! Think I'm asleep and do whatever you want!

"Chi, I'm not... I don't have any erotic feelings. I just want to give you a knee pillow because my courage is asleep..."

"That would already be porn. You didn't do that back in the day. This Erodobus."

A boy called Courage wakes himself up with a pioneering face.

"Yeah... is that horny...?

Girl pointing her lips in discomfort. Look at that face, courage takes a breath.

"That look is also horny. The ringtones are totally horny these days. It's already unusual porn. You horny bitch."

"Oh, even if they say that... it just hurt"

Suddenly the girl - the courage to pinch up the bell-tone nose.

"Okay, I'm no longer horny. That's it."

"It's terrible...... courage"

With the courage to let go of his nose and chuckle, the ringtone becomes an increasingly dissatisfied face.

(I wish it hurt harder...... it doesn't hurt much and I let it go right away...... terrible......)

It was a bell tone that I thought so, but what I said was spoken. Because I never want courage to know about my sexuality.

"Have you ever heard a real ghost cry about courage? I've seen where the courage cried, but I've heard the cry...!

Courage eagles with one hand at the cheeks of the ringtone as he talks, gazing with strength.

"You... you told me to forget I cried when I was in kindergarten? You didn't listen to me, did you?

"Ohhhhh. Courage not..."

A bell tone of apology while remembering pleasure and joy, but taking care not to put it on your face.

"The ghost cries, I can hear you, so make sure you can hear the bells too. That's an order. It's ridiculous that I can hear you, but I can't forgive you for not hearing you."

"Yep... I don't know how I can hear you even if you say that..."

"Let's just go. I'm concerned. I've heard ghosts cry a lot, but it's rare to have such a strong voice."

He let go of the bell-sounding cheeks that raised troubles when he was made an unscrupulous demand, and Courage headed outside the park.

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