Echoes of despair: a tale of interracial love in an abandoned asylum

Under the ambient light of an abandoned asylum on a South Carolina cotton plantation, a petite blonde girl, with tears streaming down her face and wet hair sticking to her perfect body, was bent over a table. Her torn sundress, pantyhose, and coat lay discarded nearby. A big, hard African man stood behind her, his hands -- rough from years of labor -- wrapped in chains that secured her wrists chained behind her back. His eyes, as dark as the night, bore into her scared blue ones. The prison cage echoed with the harsh sound of a huge muscular body slamming against hers, a creampie painting her detailed ass. The image was a haunting reminder of the interracial relationship that took place within the dilapidated walls of the once grand DeJarnette asylum.