Original subtitles

It's a very special day today.

Myriam and I have finally managed to take a break from

thinking in the magnificent mountains of the Abruzes.

Our story is not so different from that of so many other

women whose marriage has burned down their existence.

It is a simple story, marked by a profound unhappiness generated by selfishness and

arrogance that men too often have a tendency to instill in our lives.

My experience is linked to a difficult cohabitation

with a violent and authoritarian husband.

When I decided to marry him, I was very in love with him.

He was so gentle and understanding, but his character was completely

transformed, and this after barely a year of marital life.

Tomorrow I will have to introduce you to someone.

And you should make a good impression.

Be nice to him.

And why should I be nice to him?

I need money.

He can lend me some, but for that, he first wants to get to know you.

And I didn't marry you to then become a whore.

You married me to do what I tell you, so obey, or you'll blow up.

Do you understand, you little whore?

I must say that he did well to hide his game to succeed in marrying me.

And I ended up becoming a toy that he manipulated according to his own good will.

Take your clothes off slowly.

There is another image that concerns Genoa Nervi, so we are a few kilometers away

from where the incident took place, so from the corners that we have reported.

Here the traffic is quite intense, as we can see, but we walk, we walk a lot.

Slow but we walk.

Exactly, slow but we walk.

Problems this evening.

Open it.

In the sense that all evenings, unfortunately, there is always a lot of traffic.

But today, an incident was also verified at the height of the links of the Tuscan road.

In fact, between the south of Rome and the Tuscan road.

And all the connection is interested in very

intense traffic, as we can see from this graph.

Show me that.

Between the Casiline road and the Appia road, and between the Cassia road and the

Siena road, all in the internal direction.

Slow traffic, unfortunately.

Yeah.

Interesting.

Yeah.

Now you don't move.

So you just don't move, like this.

Oh, yes...

Touch your breasts.

Well, you were born to be a whore.

You were born to be a whore.

Stronger than that!

You are all glued together to see what the red moon will do tonight.

There is the second episode of the challenge with the New Zealanders.

And so, of course, in the course of our

newscast, we will show you the last preparations.

We will keep up with our envoys and then we

will connect with Auckland to see how it goes.

We will see how the tests are going for the

north before spring.

Unfortunately, there are also some killer waves, three deaths in the middle of the

Adige and also numerous deaths scattered in Switzerland.

And for those who have to travel, stay with us because there is a week...

And now, mute your big nipples, yeah!

Don't stop!

Don't stop, I told you!

Put two fingers in your mouth.

Suck it like it was my dick.

Look at me.

You have to learn to suck well.

While you suck me, hold me.

Faster.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Look at me while you suck me.

Suck here.

Yeah, hard.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Suck here.

Suck here.

Open your mouth and suck me.

Now, open your mouth and suck me.

Suck here.

Look at me, while you suck me!

No...

Suck me again.

Well.

Hold it well.

Rest a little.

Eat me now.

Squeeze here.

Squeeze between your breasts.

Attention with the multinational force.

Go on, shake your nipples well.

Shake me.

Shake me with your hand.

Come on, faster than that.

And look at me.

Look at me.

Like that.

Faster.

Come on.

Faster.

That's it.

Go on.

Don't stop.

Keep going.

Good.

Oh, she's in your mouth.

My name is Myriam.

Well, I never had to suffer the same violence as Monica from her husband.

I have always shared with her a difficult and full of problems life.

Like her, I married a man I liked.

But our marriage quickly turned out to be a real failure.

As soon as her work started to go wrong, he locked himself in a distressing silence.

We didn't talk to each other at all at home.

And time passed by with a sad monotony that

was aggravated by my father-in-law's health.

Fortunately, our housekeeper took care of him.

But we knew we couldn't keep her any longer.

We'll see each other again tomorrow.

Bye.

My husband was often absent from work.

And he forgot about it until I was born.

That's how, almost out of boredom, I decided to visit Nico,

one of his former colleagues with whom we were very close.

Nico was a joyful and friendly young man.

And he managed to get me out of my sadness.

When my husband left, I invited him to join me at home.

And he often introduced himself to his friends.

This sometimes created particular situations in which I felt obliged to get

involved in case I would lose his familiarity.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know what to say.

I was.

I was... I was...

Take it easy.

This evening, something happened that was going to

completely change my relationship with this man.

It was enough for me to leave him alone for a moment and he started to walk around

the house like a predator looking for a prey.

It had been a long time since he had spotted our governor but, naive as I was,

I could never have imagined that he would go so far.

It hurts, it hurts.

In any case, I had to refuse any proposal he would make to me during the evening.

This man had forced my husband to meet me at least

twice before lending him the money he needed.

So I accepted this compromise in order to obtain a consensual separation from him.

I had to remove the Femalemania from my account.

I was invited to meet with a Christian priest.

From there, I made an appointment with the Catholic mission.

I was a little worried about the truth.

I'd better think about what I'd do.

I was worried about even the biggest thing I would do.

But I was sure I'd do it.

I pray your earth forever will run and fall Our love will be carried and taught

around you Sweet miracles will rain on covered flowers

I pray that one day you'll be coming home for good

Naively, I thought the party would stop there, but in a private

room in the club, In the club, some customers were

just starting to have fun with two prostitutes.

The man then invited me to join the group, and

naturally, I did not oppose any resistance to him.

After my violent argument with my husband, I left the house and I naturally decided

to put an end to my relationship with Nico.

Finding myself alone, I started to visit his friend Philippe.

But again, I often found myself in situations that I did not like at all.

I had to satisfy Philippe's demands now.

I accepted these conditions out of the simple fear of being alone again.

And to not disappoint Philippe, I pretended to live these moments of

intimacy because I wanted to be alone again.

I wanted to share with him as much passion as he did.

But just like that, we certainly didn't fall into each other's trap.

I did not want him to see that I still hated him.

But I did not have time to bother him.

I told him I'd die if I would.

And he did not hesitate to respond to

me, even if he knew I wasn't happy.

And he did not snatch away the heart of my heart and the love that I gave him.

I felt nothing left to be desired by my lover.

But I didn't blame him.

It's okay.

After the night club party, I had one last meeting

with this old man to finally find my freedom.

My husband and I went to his house and we met a

prostitute there, to whom he demanded that I join him.

Here is our story.

The intimacy of two young women who, disappointed by the man's arrogance,

preferred to discover the sweetness and pleasure

that only a woman can offer to another woman.

A unique emotion that brings us back to an ancient

feeling that ended under the ashes of selfishness.

A feeling that we call love.