You obey like you were born to do it.
The envelope lands beside my heels. Thick with bills. $2,000. Maybe more. Doesn’t matter. I won’t count it until you’re gone.
You kneel.
And for the first time, I look you in the eye.
And smile.
“Now give me your phone, pig.”
You hesitate. Just for a second.
“Do you want this or not?”
You hand it over.
Unlocked.
Vulnerable.
Just like you.
What do I do next?
I don’t tell you.
You just sit there, kneeling, hands trembling on your thighs, listening as I scroll through your phone. Through your photos. Your emails. Your banking apps.
Every. Single. Detail.
Mine.
You gave it to me.
You wanted this.
And when I finally speak again, it’s not to thank you.
“You’re never getting out, you know.”
You look up, desperate. Hopeful. Destroyed.
And I laugh.
“You belong to me. And now… so does your future.”
You called me again.
Of course you did.
Your hands were shaking before you hit dial. You knew what I was going to say. You knew you couldn’t afford it. But that’s the thing about pigs like you, baby…
You don’t care anymore.
You’re addicted to the pain.
And I’m your favorite poison.
“Hello, wallet.” You moaned the second y