They're all the same. Every single last one of them. Just like mom. Can't keep their pants on. Deceitful sluts. It's not my fault I have needs. They shouldn't be parading themselves in barely there skirts, offering the goods up to whomever is nearby.
I deserve better. I should be treated like a king, goddammit. Whores, all of them. Asking for it. I know they want what I've got. Even the sweet ones. Especially the sweet ones.
I just need a little taste. I'll stop soon. I can stop anytime.
"Stop moaning, bitch". I kick her as she shifts restlessly on the floor. This will be the last time. Definitely. I thought this one would be different.
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