Chapter Twenty Three
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Apparently my current, transient existence has just finished. As much as I adore and am hopelessly devoted to the wondrous Goddess Alia, she no longer gives a s**t about me. That’s what she’s just informed me of at least. Apparently her rather exclusive tastes – and wildly profitable secret business – consist of capturing normal males like me, turning them into mindlessly ravenous pain-sluts, and then selling them off for truly monstrous sums into a lifetime of slavery.
Goddess Alia chose me, weirdly enough, out of a police line-up.
I was never any kind of criminal of course – aside from speeding and smoking a little pot, and by that standard we’re all criminals. I was just making a bit of extra money posing. And Goddess Alia never accused me of
