We have depression. This is not a life that we live, we just lick shoes and feet and they trample us, kick us, dominate and humiliate us non stop and give us very little food. We just do cold showers and wear the same clothes and we work and work. Is there something to make us normal again?

Evike is really bored with our depression. She makes her feet dirty and she calls me and shows them to me, commanding me to lick them clean. I say to her ok, and she is surprised that first time I don't cry for dirty feet! But for me nothing has meaning so I start to lick and swallow the dirt. E... Show more