JANE
"You want me?" I pointed at myself and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Though I was supposed to be worried that he would make such a brave request, I found myself finding the whole thing hilarious. Since he knew me, he had always referred to me as a w***e just because of a few rumors and thinks of me as a disgusting b***h. One utterly repulsive.
But now he wants to f**k me.
"Isn't that just rich coming from you?" I managed to say through fits of laughter.
"What are you rambling about?" He narrowed his brows at me. "And what is so funny that you are laughing so hard? Do I look like a clown?"
"Perhaps you do, Doctor," I laughed harder, tears trickling down my cheeks. "You look at me like I'm a piece of s**t. You call me a w***e. To you, I'm so disgusting that only pigs would
