I have always thought life was only about toilet sinks and toilet bowls, my life was a simple one. My profession was a toilet cleaner. On some days, men would release their stress on me and they would do my ass. They inserted unimaginable things inside, all i could do was endure the pain. Izzat and Riza made experiments on my body, i was abused and humiliated.
All the torture stopped when i met a kind fellow, i remembered his face clearly. He defines black and he had a big ass. He once told me ' The bigger your asset, the nicer it is. The blacker the berry, the sweeter it is. ' He came up to me and asked, ' Will you fight along side with me against the evil professor izzat and riza? You will make a good chef with all the experience you had in the toilet.'
kind black man.
I was in awe. He had a bodyguard next to him, he was a weapon specialist who came by the name ian anak siapa? ian anak benji.
we became friends with benefits.
He had another guy next to him, this guy was thin and he had eyelashes longer than a camel's. His name was bokhari anak siapa? bokhari anak sufian.
we became sleeping partners.
we became sleeping partners.
Up til this day, i fight along Najibbits under Fattroop against the evil professor izzat and riza. I am eternally grateful.
