This doesn’t happen to girls who matter.

You know, real girls who aren’t weird little bits of fluff, who respect themselves, who could never even imagine reaching orgasm while men choke them and spit in their faces. The sort of girls who can make their way in the world, and not just hide from it behind faux smiles and blank stares. Such girls will never know the fear, the pain, or the violation of moments like this.

But worry not, my love… I promise, you’ll never matter to me.

I think I’d be a good cult leader. It feels like a calling I’ve ignored, an opportunity missed.

I need a weed farm and a bunch of girls to tend it. The good girls can sleep on the floor around my bed, the bad girls can sleep on bunk-beds with mattresses filled with gravel, and the unrepentant pig whores can sleep in the barn where they belong.

But every night before bed, all the little pigs, twisted sluts, and simple cunts will gather in front of the fireplace, where I’ll read them stories that make them wet and remind them that, when I somehow make them feel both worthless and useful, I’m actually making them complete. We might also have sing-alongs, because I’ve always wanted to hear a chorus of whores sing Nine Inch Nails’ Closer.

Yes, yes… this needs to happen. For the sake of you girls, of course. I am as close to god as some of you cunts deserve to get.

Where do you think you’re going?
Don’t you know it’s dark outside?
Where do you think you’re going?
Don’t you care about my pride?
Where do you think you’re going?
I think you don’t know
You got no way of knowing
You got no place you can go
 
— Mark Knopfler

Bad Mutt

The wife tells me that you’ve been acting up while I’m away. Jesus, you are the most self-destructive, brainless bitch I’ve ever met! And don’t bother trying to tell me “your side”, idiot… the testimony of meat is inadmissible in any court.

The woman I married is a hard-working, intelligent, loving person, for whom I have nothing but respect, and I won’t see a dumb little whore like you so much as inconvenience her! I’m the one who brings pieces of garbage like you into our home, after all, and she shouldn’t be bothered with my collection of strays.

So for the next four weeks, this is your home. You’ll eat, sleep, bleed, and shit here, alone. Well, except for every now and then, when I can goad the wife into coming down here and beating her frustration into you. She’s got no sexual interest in you, so you can be sure she won’t be as careful with your cuntbits as I might. And believe me when I tell you, if you say so much as one word in complaint at any point, I will pack your shit and leave you naked and nasty at the nearest bus stop. This is serious.

Until I come back for you, I expect you to think about some things, and think hard. You are not like her. You are not her equal. You aren’t even her fucking species. You’re young, pretty, and you make my dick feel really good when I’m choking you, but everything else about you is useless to me. Your job is to take the parts of you that aren’t cunt —such as they are— and find a way to make them useful to her.

I swear, the bullshit I put up with from you whores…

Hi I was abused when I was little, and now I’m suicidal and all I can say is that I’d love for you to fuck me really hard, kill me, and continue to fuck my lifeless body

You don’t understand, honey: I’m a sadist. I’m predisposed to give you the opposite of what you want. I’m far more likely to lock you naked in a pink, padded room with a bag of weed and a box of vibrators, and then peek in occasionally to tell you that you’re better than you think you are.

Take care of yourself.