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?

I inform Evike that I don't want to live anymore, as life has no meaning for me. Evike says that she is happy to help and she sticks her feet on my face and presses hard to smother me! Yes. Finally I can quit life. But she lets me breath...I beg her non to stop until I stop breathing, but she sm... Show more