My name is Jasmine?

and I am a ghost. My father gave me to his best friend to take care of me. He had to leave for a while. His best friend started beating me when I was three. I grew up into a beautiful, gentle girl. His best friend told me that I was a whore, that my love was dirty, that I was dirty, that no girl so beautiful and lively could be pure. He sold me to a nearby whore house. He said it would be good for me to see how worthless I was. ten years later he came to see if I was still alive. I was. He said now he would take me to his house when I was so strong and unbreakable. He said now nobody would rape you any more, I am your savior, from now on only I will rape you. But he was not interested in raping my body like the others, he wanted me to tell him stories and keep him awake. I was pregnant from rape but while telling him stories, beautiful stories about freedom and heaven, I delivered a still born. He didnt notice. he forgot to give me water and food,he was so immersed in my stories.I died

My name is Jasmine?
whats your point???
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talking about ?


im cruel ??


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