Bob's Will

Chapter 5

I am sitting on the floor doing an clusterfuck of drugs. I have not eaten all day. I have not left the hotel. My people watching can wait. I have m*********d over seventeen times and had to stop because I produce any more c*m to snort.

I picture Bob slapping me in the face, hard. Repeatedly before peeing in my mouth and shoving his c**k all the way down my throat. He f***s me as I sit helplessly upside down, my wrists tied to my ankles.

I bring myself to orgasm, crying about Bob’s name. I am weak in the knees. I want to do it all over again. I want a taste of all pain he could possibly put me through, pleasurable or not.

He is probably eating Danielle out right as I speak. Probably has forgotten about our interaction by now.

I decide it’s not worth being angry about anymore until I am confronted with the bottom line – he made a fool of me.

Back to hating on the smug, ugly bastard. God forsaken cross-eyed schmuck.

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I am watching couples again. A single woman, an obvious psychopath with her aviators is sitting next to me befriending my angst. I think I love her. I know if i scathe her, it is over between us. Everything I need in a partner, I can tell she is.

I’m tempted to turn my head and saying something but her sternness makes me think twice. It intimidates me. She is unapproachable. Through the corner of my eye I watch her to see she has decided to get up and leave. I need a fix for what just happened. I’ve ruined my chances with her.