Money And Pain

This post I read from one of the Anonymous Confession channels in telegram, I am sharing it as it is, this post goes on to show why there is lot of pain involved in getting money. And why you should think twice before accepting any proposition which is too good to be true.

Hi ann please post this confession over there. Am a university graduate but sadly i did a shi* course(F* i wasted four years of my life). My course is one of those you know you are going nowhere by the time it’s second year but you push on because you have no choice. i won’t mention it so as not to discourage thousands of students who might be doing it but it’s an ugly university course. Here is the meat of my confession. After i finished, i was broke and lost. There was no way i could find a job anywhere. i opted for manual work but it made me feel like a highschooler. I wanted more so i asked my uncle who lived in a coastal area if i could get a job as a bouncer in his club. Here is a thing about my uncle, he is a badass fuc*r who cares about nothing but money. I asked him for a job because he was my last option and i was also tired of working with people who never set foot in college. He told me since i was family, there is always something i could do. I reluctantly went and started working a few weeks after. I think the only thing i graduated with in university was my good muscle. Over there i was given this gym fanatic as a room mate and even though before i never thought about working out, i started working out and build a pretty good body for myself. I worked for about a month there until this white elderly woman came one day and started looking at me in a very suggestive way. We weren’t supposed to mingle with customers but it wasn’t a strict rule so we could chat often and sooner we exchanged contacts. That was a life changer for me because in a few days, i had already banged the he*l out of her. We talked, i saw a friend in her, only problem is i couldn’t be seen around with her since she was much more older than me. One day she told me that she could go pay my airline ticket so that i can go with her to her country. She even offered to do all the necessary arrangements so i had nothing to worry about. To be fully honest with you guys, i was over excited, i knew my chance had come and since i was not so good financially, i thought that was the perfect moment for me to be successful in life. I said yes and within no time, we went to vietnam. Yes, vietnam guys, what was i thinking???. We went there, she is rich, lives alone but her children who are my age, one is older than me visited her regularly together with her grandchildren. The woman is a complete psycho b*. What she did to me back in vietnam is something i will never forget. She didn’t start slowly, it happened all at once. She had this big sex room with many sex toys. She tricked me into having me sit in a seat designed specifically for sexual torture. She would feed me every morning and night but i never left that room. If i wanted to use the washroom, i had to inform her first so that she can press the button for the seat to release me. If i refused to get back to the seat for her to torture me, she would make the room so hot that i had no choice. The room was from bottom to top designed as a torture house, i wonder how she had been allowed to have such a premise or the authorites don’t know about it. during the two months i stayed in that house, my as* was ripped to pieces by her big dildos ranging from small to really huge ones, i was whipped like a donkey everyday for mistakes i didn’t do, sometimes she would choke me that i felt like dying but she knew her moves very well. I was at her mercy and all she wanted was see the tears out of my eyes. Sometimes she would sit on my face and urinate on it. After two months, she released me, gave me a whole lot of cash and i’ve never seen her again. For money, i went through hell, not even my wife knows where i got the money to start my business. All my family knows is that i went abroad and as expected i came back rich but only me know the hell i went through. i’ve never met her again but i would like to meet her again and ask her one question. I would like to ask her what joy she gets from doing what she did to me because it seems it was habitual for her. bye all and thanks for the channel

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