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This is the end of the world.

A lost place in the jungle, on the border between Brazil and Paraguay.

They brought us here with the promise of sending us to Japan, for a good job.

But we are prisoners here.

Prisoners of sex and depravation.

Others who were with us have already left.

I don't know if to Japan or... or if they were sold to some prostitute in

Paraguay.

It would be easy to run away and die lost in the jungle.

What holds us here must be some supernatural force of that cursed witch,

Marcela, the jailer.

She tortures us and degrades us.

She is a depraved viper.

Marcela is a sexual aberration.

She always has a predilection.

But she always finds time to possess us too.

Or find someone to rape us in the dirtiest ways she can come up with.

Wake up! Let's go!

This is not a fair colony, no. Just the stools.

Wake up, gang of vagabonds!

She is now completely crazy about Malu.

And Malu likes it. Ordinary.

She says it's better than masturbating.

We die of hatred every time this happens.

Do you think I'm going to start the day whining?

Do you know that at this time, you have to put the fuck out of my album?

This song always takes me back to the past.

And it reminds me of the other three who were here with us.

And who are already in Japan or in some fucking place in Paraguay.

At that time, the damn jailer was crazy about Tati.

Tati wasn't like Malu.

She didn't like it.

She felt disgusted by that dirty witch.

Like me.

But that seemed to excite her even more.

She

laughed

with pleasure when she caressed Tati.

And there was a shudder of repulsion.

He caressed more vividly, then.

And Tati couldn't control herself anymore and kicked her out.

It was then that this damned woman punished her in front of us with a

that her crazy mind invented.

She took a hot lamp and put it in Tati's ass.

I almost fainted.

We were all horrified.

Tati laughed like crazy.

. .

.

. . . .

That Quintandinho, guard of the prison.

Sometimes he disappears without us knowing why.

In fact, because none of us has the courage to run away to die in the

But when he reappears, we can always count on some

morbid cruelty raised by the head of that fucking old bitch.

Fantasiou e maquiou de louro.

E o fez currar Sandra diante de nós.

Sandra é uma das que já foi.

Naquele dia, eu vi pela primeira vez o pânico desesperado no rosto de uma

E não podia fazer nada.

She never thought that she had been raped by a wolf.

The one who did Tandinha, the one who did the wolf.

He stays around here.

The other is the Paraguayan.

He is the one who transits the trips and takes the girls away.

Damn it.

Because of him, I think that instead of Japan, we are going to stop in a dirty

rendezvous in Paraguay.

When they arrive, that viper always invents an orgy.

Anything diabolical.

We were paralyzed.

others desperate.

We felt jealousy, anger,

envy, disgust, revolt.

The distraught and sick life of Marcella is diabolical and inexhaustible.

Once she brought a gorilla to our cell and made relations with Betty.

Betty freaked out and we saw the greatest panic of our lives.

We could never know if it was a real

gorilla or someone disguised as a gorilla.

Thank you.

Bet also always believed he was a gorilla.

in the master bedroom.

. . . .

Come on, hurry.

Get in and lock yourself in the cell.

We don't know who they are.

I am Delegado Carlos Casado.

This is my prisoner.

This wretch tried to escape.

I will count on your help.

One of them introduced himself to Marcela as Delegado Carlos Casado. And

the other was Guilherme Rizadinha. A dangerous marginal who had escaped from

prison and who he had recaptured.

It was a lie.

But we will only find out much later.

He told a long story of how their boat had turned and how he had to subjugate

the prisoner again.

Marcela also invented a lie.

She says that there was a post of re -education and recruitment of delinquent

girls who would later go to Japan.

We couldn't say anything, because we knew we would have the most disgusting

punishments.

He wanted a boat to return.

She promised that when Quintandinha and Paraguayo returned, he would have a boat

to return with his prisoner.

And promised to host him until that happened.

What he called a laugh.

He was very hurt.

Marcela put me to take care of him.

It's been a long time since I was possessed by a man that I chose.

That gives me tension.

And I was enjoying the greatest tension for that man.

Hilda and Malu didn't see an hour of falling on top of the false delegate.

They devoured him with their eyes.

That delegate took the biggest laugh out of Marcela because of our wooden cell.

But Marcela showed the chains that tied us in cases of necessity.

And spoke of our fear of running away and dying lost in the jungle.

Thank you.

I love you.

Thank you.

Bye.

Oh.

Thank you.

Bye.

Malu hid from Marcela the annoyance she enjoyed from the fake delegate.

But the two were distressed and with the suspicion that something was wrong.

And feeling something bad.

But a few days passed without anything happening.

I was already impatient.

O meu doente, o meu tesão, não acordava nunca. E o delegado,

entre aspas, ficava andando de um lado para o outro, impaciente, com o barco

não vinha para levá -los embora dali.

Oh, my God.

Come on.

Telling the truth, I am the delegate Carlos Casado. He is my prisoner.

So, he told me how it all happened.

How he, the delegate, was bringing another fugitive that he recaptured.

How the boat turned, and how they fought, and he took the worst.

It was the other's lie. He was the delegate.

I swear I tried, but it looked like such a stupid story.

I didn't know what to think.

I wanted to believe in him, but...

He insisted.

He knew he needed to convince me to help him.

But I saw in my face that I wasn't doing it.

I was only sure when that pig who was supposed to be the delegate... took me

the scene and raped me. And humiliated me in front of the other.

No!

Then he shot me in the cell and locked me there.

Carlos comforted me.

That's how they really called me.

Delegate Carlos Carvalho.

Those days with us, there was a hit on Rizadinha's head. And he started doing

bullshit. He took Malu and expelled Marcela, infuriated.

But at that time, I was happy.

After all my suffering, Carlos ate me there in the cell.

And when he rejoiced in me, it seemed that he was washing me inside of all

filth.

Marcela was distraught.

She heard a fake police officer eat Malu.

Bye!

. . . . .

. . . .

. . . . .

. .

We felt his arrival, but we couldn't do anything.

He's really smart.

We need to find a way in our situation.

I think so, too. Let's go.

For the first time, Marcela was not in charge of the orgy.

Rizadinha, unmasking himself, gathered everyone, except us, we were friends,

made everyone climb, especially Malu, to hurt Marcela's skull.

And that's when he climbed.

Percebendo tudo, saiu da festa sem ser percebida e veio nos trazer a chave da

festa.

He quickly put the key on the floor, because he realized that the laughter

coming right back.

He did not see the key, because Carlos sat next to her and disturbed his

Rizadinha put them all in a well.

All of them, except me and Carlos, because he thought we were still on the

scene.

And they faced each other again.

Rizadinho, even laughing, did not stop laughing with that air of debauchery.

But this time he did not take Amelie.

I looked for the others.

I heard voices from afar, and I finally found them in the well.

Our nightmare was over.

Carlos and I promised to love each other much later.

Now he had to get rid of that dirt.

And he took Risadinha and Marcela, the jailer, arrested.

And he promised to come back.

And that he would change our destiny.

I believe in him.

Thank you.