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     Now I am the kind of girl that would sooner spend three hours looking for fuckingmachines somewhere than ask fuckingmachines for directions. Today I fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines was lucky fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines as the bus stop was pretty much fucking outside where I wanted to be fucking. They house fucking was a typical fucking London town house. They are marked out by the fact like fucking they all look like they have been cloned fucking and at the fact you need to pretty much win the at lottery to at own one. I opened fuckingmachines the gate and gritted my teeth fucking as a fucking creak went up and down my spine. The pathway to fuckingmachines the front door seemed like a million miles fucking as the fuckingmachines butterflys took off. Before fuckingmachines I had a chance pictures to think I knocked on the door.......
     and so I did.
     Tick tock tick tock
     Apart from fucking the mirrors the room had fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines a fucking camera on a tripod, a few chairs and another occupant. The other man in fucking the fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines room didn't speak or introduce himself fucking. He just fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines sat in the corner and looked at at me like I was an pictures exhibit in a museum.
     'Would you like me to read?' I asked fucking
     'Yes fucking go ahead'
     'From now on you will not speak unless we fuckingmachines tell you fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines to, you fuckingmachines will do exactly as we say and you will do it well'
     'SIT'
     'I am a whore'
     And sit there I did. My arms went behind my back fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines again and I lowered my head, trembling. My legs stayed fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines awkwardly over the arms of the fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines chair. As much fucking as I did fuckingmachines lower my head, the fact that the room was fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines basically a huge kaleidoscope made it impossible for fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines me not to see myself fucking. Everywhere I looked the same image looked back. Who was fucking that? It couldn 't fuckingmachines be me. I lifted my head slightly: I was fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines slanted and enchanted fucking by myself fucking. I could not turn my head away, drowning in fuckingmachines what I had become here.
     It was then that the lights started.