My name is Amana, I was born in china. Am from a poor family with many children. Had to sleep in a box for my first few years. One day a man dragged me out of my box, i was sold to america. was transferred here by a trans Atlantic container. Had zero food for the whole week. I have no home, job, family, or further education. I was sold to a black man dealing with my kinds of people. He buys my body, takes me to his home. First real home I've had. His name was Raul. I began to develop feeling for him. I try to do anything for him. Some day he starts requesting weird things from me. He begins wanting my body almost 4 times a day. He begins letting his friends use me also. Again and Again. He uses me when hes drunk, starts hitting me because i sleep all day. Always stuffs weird things up my rear end, last night it was chicken. He was shouting "Come on girl give me it" always calls me thing. I burst into tears. Spoiler: Read after story Raul is real. And im also a Microwave
This changed my perspective on a microwaves life and microwave abuse itself. Very enlightening and inspirational story, and its changed my life for the better. kappa
