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Javier It’s been thirty six days, thirty six days of prue hell, thirty six days of torture, thirty six days of Diego sexually assaulting my mouth with his d**k cause he can’t get to my ass until it’s properly healed. Thirty six days of his c*m over my face sticky and caked on until it flakes off, thirty six days of him taking my d**k out jacking it off and sucking it dry, thirty six days of feeling like a dirty slut. Thirty six days that my brother hasn’t said a f*****g word to why he betrayed Diego we all know he’s hiding something but what is yet not known. I sure hope Deigo can live with himself. I know I never will look at him the same way as I did before all of this s**t began. I haven’t been able to say a single word to Juan for thirty five days. My vocal cords are wrecked after