I could remind her of the time that so inevitably passes, but I relish the humiliation she has earned. Wake me up in 3 hours,” I order Pari and stretch extensively, my back reminding me of the whipping. “Now you drink the rest, or you pick up the bowl and pour it over your head and body. You’re wasting my time.” Do I see tears in her mascara-smeared eyes? I want to see you pause and smile after every sip. “So you’ll still be licking it tomorrow, you stupid piece of shit,” I say into the microphone. I don’t have to clean it up. The movement is slow and disgusted. She couldn’t even imagine this part of the task, but she could at least have pretended to drink without swallowing. Or get up and leave. Is she perhaps feeling sick? My work colleague and I thought it was funny to start their adventure with each other’s veto. I want to give you another chance. She has never had to work a day in her life; she owes nothing she has to herself. So beautiful. Pari has shopped well. Now it’s getting difficult. Oh, I’m such a bad bad girl:) Read 11259 times |
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