Not long ago, I received a revelation—an interpretation, almost like an analysis—about a doll-person, given to me by a wise and perceptive soul who understands people without a single word.
 It was cold. Cruel, even. But it was true.
There exists a certain doll-person who lives between two worlds, never knowing where she truly belongs. 
Upon her back hang bloody chains, pulled by her “loved ones” whenever they wish. They have played with the doll for as long as they’ve needed her—whenever boredom crept in. Yet, despite their fascination, none of them ever wanted to share this convenient toy with anyone else.
Sometimes, the doll would grow lonely without her masters. She would draw toward herself others who resembled her “family,” and in doing so, she would find herself used even more. Deep within, she sensed that she longed for another life. She felt that something was wrong. But those closest to her always persuaded her otherwise—telling her they knew what was best.
And so, the doll continued to live with one truth inside her: pain. 
Still, she believed—perhaps foolishly—that other feelings existed in this world, and she longed to know them. But in her attempts, she only spread her pain to others, hurting those who tried to reach her—never out of malice, but because she simply didn’t know how to express anything else. Inside her, everything was frozen. Silent. Cold.
Yet, even a doll has a chance to break free—from madness, from illusion—and become whole. To do so, she must tear those bloody chains from her back and forbid her “loved ones” from ever playing with her again.
 It will hurt. Terribly. The scars will remain.
 But at last, she will begin to see the world for what it is. Slowly, painfully, she will learn to feel on her own, to take responsibility for her own emotions.
Or—she may choose to remain in her dark room, letting her dear ones keep playing with her.
The choice is hers alone.


I want someone to film me touching myself when I feel bad... Or, on the contrary, I want to look at love while touching myself to finally get masochistic pleasure.

Dear people... This is incredibly sickening and irritating... Yes, I'm cold in communication and I don't want to hear any "cute" words or continue long conversations... Only black list... Anyone who "tries" to do anything will receive unrealistically negative words from me in response... My former first love taught me a little about this 😉

I am Hecate, who is in a world of madness... And I will soon be writing my philosophical thoughts on FetLife...
Metal concerts with drugs and other adrenaline, high speed in fast cars, and if you're a creative person, we can come up with all sorts of designs together. Intellectual sex will only be of interest once or twice! Southern blood with a Nordic mentality... Any compliments directed at me are automatically blacklisted.






Dear men, this is an appeal to you! I am a shy little Greek girl who is crazy about Finno-Ugric men! If you write to me and are Slavic, Indian, black, Italian, etc. and I ignore you, this does not mean that you are bad or unattractive, I just have such a fetish 🤷🏻‍♀️ I even lost my virginity with an Estonian! My ideal man in my teenage years was Alexi Laiho, so since then I can only agree to fuck with Finno-Ugrics…

Emolits in Fetlife 🫶🏻

Young scammers get the fuck out of here!

I'm a little emo slut who for a small gift could suck big cocks of 40+ dominant Estonian or Finnish men 🌸 Please, there are a lot of your messages here, send me your photo and a photo of your dick in messages so that I don't lose the dialogue!

I want to be a used doll for a dominant couple 🎀 And I also want gifts…

Olen masenduses kuulekas emo tüdruk, kes on pärit Kreekast ja elab Eestis juba pea 2 aastat 🌸 Mulle väga meeldivad eestlased (nii mehed kui naised) seega kui olete huvitav paar, naine, mees, siis võite mulle kirjutada...

Ma olen masohhist, aga teisest küljest võin end nimetada ka sadistiks, sest naudin valu (aga mitte seksuaalses mõttes) ja näiteks mulle meeldib väga kägistada peaaegu teadvusetuseni…