Abigail Dupree

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Last I remember, I was conversing with another Sir from Norway on telecom. This was my last memory of my preceding self with lengthy hair sporting a slight unnatural attitude in the direction of men. I do recall that my life was "so boring" as I tell this highly hansom Sir that I was prepared to downright capitulate this dreary vanilla lifestyle, including the lovely van I had and the 7 room Victorian building in Connecticut. Anything would be finer than the daily polish with the "No Hair out of place" self significant lawyers and the 2 judges that were me to perform sexual favors. I must have ... Sometime later... I leisurely come to transformed, as I observe myself in the mirror with No hair, No eyebrows, bare with the dark numbers 037 printed on your forehead... WTF!?? Confused and frightened, I don't recall how I got here. The Sir is back on the telecom . I ask what happened, but he noiselessly demonstrates the the hypnotic pattern again. I struggle for a bit but give into it. I sense my eyes flutter... From the Sir in Norway point of view; She is mindlessly staring. Her hatch drapes open slightly, she starts robotically repeating mantras and resumes to do so via the rest of the telecom call. "I am a mindless slave. I am unit 037. I will obey. I have no objective but to serve. I am an empty romp doll. My sir thinks for me. I am a sole slave. Fuck-a-thon nymphs do not need hair." The end of the flick is me pruning my head and eyebrows for his insanely morbid video.