( be the girl) i was kidnapped a week ago. I was chained up and was in a white night gown. The kidnapper comes in the room. He sits in front of me with a sly smirk on his face. He slides his hand up my dress and rubs my inner thigh.
“He wishes he could remember everything. He doesn’t sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away as well, the lowest form of emotion not even capable of resting in his wrecked mind.” ― Christy A.
American Vintage Badges Template AMERICAN VINTAGE BADGES PART 3 Create your own badge or logo with a vintage touch. Ready to print or use in anything you want. – Full editable (text, colors, etc.) – Very organized in layers.