You’re scared that if I leave you, you’d be ruined for someone else. Again, I was a very good girl, and I just let my owner have me just like he wanted. After a while, I started getting desperate, and that’s when a good friend of mine said the fatidic line, “You should get a sugar daddy to pay for your bills. I didn’t move, I didn’t oppose, I just couldn’t make myself do it. Victor had just given me a car. You’re mine.”
“O-Ok…” I always liked when he was possessive, domineering, and even though I didn’t have much of a say about when he’d be sharing me with the other two, I always looked up for the moments in which it would be just the two of us. I wished he stopped sharing me with his friends. How was he able to read me so fucking well, I asked myself. But I’m saving some of you in case it happens. Yet, I’m asking you to come. My voice echoed through the fancy room while I cried, letting my upper body fall on the bed, my little fingers clawing the mattress.
