32: Doomed Relationship

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“Tell me why I shouldn’t start pimping you to other men so you can at least prove your worth?” mom asked like it was completely acceptable dinner conversation.

In her painfully misguided defense, that was appropriate dinner conversation to her.

It might seem berating and outrightly vulgar, but that was mom’s only way of interacting with me since I was a child. She’d groomed me to do everything in my power to please powerful and influential men in return for favors of various kinds.

And after being used as a pawn of her all my life, I didn’t take her words lightly because I knew she could sell me off to as many men as were willing to pay to fuck me if I continued to piss her off.

“Maybe if I make a rooster of men to run through you and pay me a substantial amount of money it’d make up for how useless you’ve proven to be, but I doubt any amount of money could compare to the endless privileges we’d be swimming in if you could manage to hold down your engagement,” she carried o