Outwardly, I'm the angel everyone wants to see: delicate, sweet, innocent. But behind my brow, I'm the most depraved innocence imaginable. While the world sees me as the gentle girl next door, only one desire burns within me: I don't want to be an angel. I want to be a victim—offered on the altar of male lust, ready for any shameful adventure that will push me to my limits.

I'm tired of satisfying my longing alone in my room, touching myself only in the light of my mirror. I want real life. I want men.

My first step out of isolation leads me to TikTok. One click, and I'm “live.” Success washes over me like an avalanche; suddenly the silence in my room has vanished, replaced by the murmur of hundreds of voices. The men's comments are a flurry, greedy and direct.

The lonely dreamer has become prey. My inbox is overflowing with requests for private meetings – and me? I'm ready to finally give myself away.

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