He stopped midway through because I was a crying, sobbing mess. “Why the hell are you doing this to yourself?” He asked looking down at me as I hid my face. “Why are you still here? What is it that you so badly have to do here that you’re willing to go through this?” He referred to my payment towards him. I wanted to yell back. I wanted to ask why my only payment had to be giving him s*x. I wanted to know if it was because Jennifer sucked at it. I wanted to know why he was letting me stay despite the fact that he thinks I hurt him, despite the fact that he doesn’t know my reason to stay here and despite the fact that I could be planning something. I wanted to know why he cared if he hurt me and stopped rather than take my full payment. I wanted to know if some part of him, deep down, stil

