HOW I BECAME A TOY FOR A BLACK GANG PART THREE
i lost track of the day i was trapped in this shitty room. every couple of hours i would be injected with some thing that made me weak, and doped up. i had no control over myself.the gang had already sold my car, taken all my money out of the bank with my atm card, and they were now going to my house and bringing me my mail, which i was made to sign and empty my 401 k over to these thugs.what must have been the 5th or 6th day , the stopped injecting me with the d**g, i started to have major...