Let me begin by taking you on a chilling tale of what happened to me, a phone sex cheerleader on our team. It was a normal day at practice when suddenly, I had to leave earlier than usual to walk home. My parents weren’t expecting me until much later, so I couldn’t have a ride.
I started walking, feeling a shiver run down my spine as the sun began to set behind me.
As I approached an alleyway, I heard footsteps behind me. They increased in pace, and I knew I was being followed. Suddenly, he caught up to me and grabbed me by the arm. I screamed for help, but no one came to my aid. He dragged me into his car and drove off into the night.
I was thrown onto a bed in a dark room. He tied me up and told me I was going to be his little toy, his sex doll. My heart raced as he violated me, causing me immense pain. I never thought I would be a victim of kidnapping and rape, but here I was, utterly powerless.
Throughout the next few days or weeks, I can’t even say for certain, he continued to abuse me.
He would take pictures of me and post them online, making me a voyeuristic object of phone sex cheerleader pleasure for strangers. I felt like I was moving through a nightmare, and I couldn’t wake up.
That’s when it happened, I started to notice a pattern. The feeling of anticipation and saddness if he didn’t arrive. The feeling of longing for his touch.
I was a phone sex cheerleader that turned into a Stockholm syndrome kidnapper-loving slut.
There are still moments when I think of him constantly. Hoping that somehow somewhere he comes back into my life. The pining I feel for him haunting my every day. I love it when men use my sweet innocence against me. Making me do things I never thought possible.
Ellie
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