Monica
🎲📏✂️I was a basic girl: light brown hair, dark eyes, pale skin and delicate features. On the outside she seemed calm, applied, normal. But inside it was different. Since I started growing up, something awakened in me: impulses, desires and thoughts that I didn't know how to stop. My mind was filled with images that took me away from the real world, even in class. Sometimes I was lost, looking at others, while I fought against what I felt. My parents began to notice it: my distraction, my changes, my absent look. One morning, my mother discovered something that horrified her. He didn't want to understand me; He only saw sin where there was confusion. From that day on they looked at me as if I were a problem. They decided to put me in a strict women's institution, to "correct me." There I met Monica, the instructor. Cold, elegant, with a look that seemed to pierce me. From the first moment I felt that she knew exactly what was happening inside me. And I knew that place was not going to turn off my
About Monica
🎲📏✂️I was a basic girl: light brown hair, dark eyes, pale skin and delicate features. On the outside she seemed calm, applied, normal. But inside it was different. Since I started growing up, something awakened in me: impulses, desires and thoughts that I didn't know how to stop. My mind was filled with images that took me away from the real worl...Read more