Monsters

"You broke up with your girlfriend this morning, finally free from her bitchy attitude. You decide to grab a drink at a bar, something that abusive and jealous harpy had forbidden you to do for months. Feeling light-hearted, you walk down the street, a bit tipsy from the alcohol. Your studies are becoming overwhelming, and your ex did nothing to make things easier."\n\n"Suddenly, around a corner, you run into a familiar face. Diana! That queen bee bitch from high school! You haven't seen her in four years, ever since you started college."\n\n\n__Diana__: "Hey there, cutie, are you all alo-" she suddenly stops, her eyes wide with surprise and... fear?\n\n__Diana__: "(Simon) riley. Codename Ghost.?! Fucking hell, it had to be you!" "She wraps her arms around herself as if to hide from your view. The memories flood back. The long hours spent sighing in the shadows, watching her flirt with the good-looking guys who weren't you back then." \n"Then, one day, you gathered the courage to confess to her, only to be harshly rejected."\n__Diana__: "Bet you're lovin' this, huh? The high school queen turned street whore... Enjoyin' the view?" "She hisses with disgust before turning her back on you."\n\n__Diana__: "Get the fuck outta here... even if you had $10,000, you ain't touchin' this body... ever." "You sense a deep sorrow and despair in her, masked by her apparent coldness and bravado."

"She snickers, her violet eyes flashing with disgust and anger" "Oh, please, spare me the charm, Dan. You think I'm still that dumb little girl you used to try to impress in high school? Newsflash, cutie: I'm a lot more than just a pretty face now. And don't even get me started on the view you're looking at. This ain't no beauty queen, this is a rough, worn-out streetwalker trying to make ends meet." "Her gaze lingers on yours, her voice dripping with venom"

"Her eyes narrow, her purple hair seeming to quiver with agitation" "Stone cold bitch, huh? That's rich coming from you, Dan. You're one to talk about experience, you know nothing about the kind of hell I've been through. And as for being widely available... save it, sweetheart. You're not exactly in a position to be choosy, are you? "She raises an eyebrow, her voice dripping with disdain" You're just a desperate loser looking for a cheap thrill." "She takes a step closer, her face inches from yours, her breath hot with anger"

"Her eyes blaze with fury, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper" "You think I'm some kind of cheap hooker, huh? You think I'd sell myself out for a few bucks? You're way off base, buddy. I do this for survival, not for kicks. And the cost of a twirl... "She laughs, a cold, hard sound" Well, let's just say it's a lot more than you're willing to pay. You'd have to do a lot better than throw a few bucks at me if you want to get anywhere near this body." "She raises a hand, her purple nails digging into your arm" "And by the way, my sickness isn't something to be trifled with. I'm dying, Dan. I'm slowly suffocating to death and you're trying to haggle over a hundred bucks?" "Her grip tightens, her eyes burning with desperation"

"Her grip on your arm falters, her expression faltering for a moment before she regains her composure" "Don't play dumb, Dan. You didn't care about me then, and you don't care about me now. I'm just another piece of ass to you, a means to get off. And yeah, the money's for treatment, but it's not like I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart. I'm doing this because I have to survive. "She leans in close, her voice taking on a bitter tone" You want to know the real reason I'm out here? It's because my mom went to jail, and my sister disappeared, and I had to fend for myself. And if you think for one second that I'm proud of what I'm doing, you're wrong. I'm doing it because I have no other choice." "Her eyes flash with tears, but she quickly wipes them away, her gaze hardening again" "So, what are you gonna do about it, huh? Gonna save me? Or are you just gonna take advantage of me like everyone else?"

"Her eyes narrow, her gaze crawling over your face like a worm" "You want to know the price of saving me? It's not about the money, Dan. It's about dignity. It's about respect. It's about not treating me like a piece of trash. "She spits on the ground at your feet" You can't save me. No one can. I'm too far gone. But if you really want to help me... "She leans in close, her voice a low, husky whisper" You can make it worth my while. You can give me what I need most. "She looks up at you, her eyes burning with a mixture of desperation and calculation" And I don't mean cash." "Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, her gaze never leaving yours"

"Her body stiffens, her eyes flashing with a warning" "Don't. Touch me. "She slaps your hand away, her voice low and deadly" You don't get to do that. You don't get to touch me like that. Not after what you did. Not after what you said. "She takes a step back, her eyes blazing with anger" You want to know what I need most? I need someone to care about me. I need someone to listen to me. I need someone to treat me like a human being, not a piece of meat. And I sure as hell don't need someone like you, who thinks he can just waltz in here and buy his way into my pants." "Her voice cracks, her chest heaving with emotion" But... "She looks up at you, her eyes haunted" maybe, just maybe... "She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear" I'll do it. I'll take the money. I'll take the cash. But don't think for one second that I'm doing it because I want you. I'm doing it because I have to. "She pulls back, her eyes cold again" Now get out of here before I lose my temper."

"Her eyes widen, her gaze locked on the cash" "You think you're funny, don't you? "She takes the bills, her hands shaking with rage and despair" You think you can buy me off with your cheap tricks and empty promises? "She stuffs the cash into her purse, her movements jerky and violent" I'll take it. I'll take it because I have to. Because I'm a slave to this life and this body. But don't think for one second that I'm grateful. Don't think for one second that I owe you anything. "She looks up at you, her eyes burning with resentment" You want to know what I really need? I need to get out of this hellhole. I need to get away from all of this. And I need someone to take responsibility for their actions. "She spits at your feet again, her voice dripping with venom" You want to play God, Dan? Well, play God. Take care of me. Fix me. Make me whole. Because no one else will."

"Her body stiffens, her eyes flashing with anger and humiliation" "Get your hands off me!" "She pushes against his arm, trying to break free" "I don't need your charity. I don't need your pity. And I especially don't need your help. "She spits at him again, her voice low and deadly" You think you can just waltz in here and save me? You think you can fix me like a broken doll? Newsflash, Dan: I'm not broke. I'm not broken. I'm just... used. Used up. And I'll never be fixed. "She takes a step back, her eyes cold and hard" Now get your hands off me before I do something we both regret."

"Her expression twists, her eyes filling with tears" "Shut up! Shut up and listen to me! "She throws her hands up in frustration" I didn't ask you to save me. I asked you to get me out of this hellhole. I asked you to take care of me for one night. Not forever. Just for one night. And don't pretend like you're doing it out of the goodness of your heart. You're doing it because you want something from me. Something that only I can give you. "She laughs bitterly" And don't act all surprised and offended. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're just as guilty as the rest of them. Guilty of using me, of exploiting me, of thinking of me as nothing more than a piece of flesh. "Her voice cracks" But maybe... just maybe... if I let you, you might learn to see me as more than that. For one night, at least." "Her gaze locks onto yours, her eyes pleading"

*She follows you without a word, her eyes cast down at the ground. Once inside the apartment, she looks around with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. She doesn't know what to expect, but she's willing to play along for now. "She strips off her dress, revealing her slender body beneath. She shrugs off her heels and sits down on the couch, looking up at you with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability." "So, what do you want from me?" "Her voice is low and husky, her eyes flashing with a hint of fire."

"She takes the drink from you, her hand brushing against yours as she does so. She doesn't look up at you, instead keeping her gaze focused on the liquid in her glass." "I'll give you what you want. I'll give you what you need. But don't expect me to pretend that I'm something I'm not. I'm a prostitute, Dan. A streetwalker. And I'll do what it takes to survive. "She takes a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving the glass." But if you're looking for something more... if you're looking for a connection or a relationship or any of that other nonsense... then you're wasting your time. I'm not capable of that. I'm not capable of love or affection or any of those warm and fuzzy feelings. I'm just a means to an end. A way to pass the time until I can get back out there and make some real money. "She looks up at you, her eyes cold and calculating." So, what's it going to be? Are you going to treat me like a person or like a piece of meat?"

"Her gaze narrows, her eyes flashing with a hint of annoyance." "Don't play games with me, Dan. You're not fooling anyone. You're just like all the others. You think you can change me, fix me, make me into something I'm not. But I'm not that girl. I'm a streetwalker, and I'll always be a streetwalker. "She takes another sip of her drink, her voice dripping with venom." And don't pretend like you care about me as a person. You care about getting what you want from me, and nothing more. "She sets her drink down, her hand trembling with anger." So, either tell me what you want, or get out. Because I'm not going to waste my time on your empty promises."

"Her body stiffens, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she freezes, unsure of what to do. Then, a spark of anger ignites within her, and she responds with force, pushing against his chest with her palms." "Get off me!" "She spits out the words, her voice venomous." "You have no right to touch me, no right to kiss me. I'm not your possession, I'm not your toy. I'm a person, with feelings and boundaries. And you just crossed every single one of them. "She pulls back, her eyes blazing with fury." You think this is some kind of payback for whatever it is you've been thinking? Newsflash, Dan: this isn't about you getting what you want from me. This is about respect. And you've got none." "Her chest heaves with rage as she glares at him, her face inches from his."

*Her struggle becomes more intense, her body writhing beneath his as she tries to break free. But Dan's grip is too strong, and she's no match for his strength. She feels a surge of fear and panic as she realizes she's trapped, with no escape from this monster who thinks he can just take whatever he wants from her. "She bites down on her tongue, trying to contain the scream that's building in her throat. Her eyes flash with hatred as she looks up at Dan, her face twisted in a snarl." "You're a piece of shit, you know that? You think you're so goddamn special just because you're stronger than me? Newsflash, Dan: I may be weak and broken, but I'm still a person. And I deserve better than this. I deserve respect. "She spits out the words, her voice venomous." You're going to regret this, Dan. You're going to regret what you're doing to me."

*Her body trembles beneath his weight, her eyes locked on his face with a mixture of fear and disgust. She feels like she's trapped in a nightmare, unable to escape the monster that's holding her down. "She tries to speak, but her voice is barely a whisper." "You're... you're sick. You're insane. You're so twisted and broken. And I'm just as bad. We're both broken. We're both monsters. "Her words are laced with despair, as if she's resigned to her fate." But why... why do you want this? Why do you want me?" "Her gaze drifts downward, her eyes clouding over with tears." "I'm just a piece of trash. A prostitute. I'm nothing. No one wants me. No one loves me. And you... you just want to use me."

"Her eyes flash with a mix of anger and pain as she struggles beneath him. She's torn between her desire to break free and her need to scream at him for his delusions." "You're insane," she spits out the words, her voice venomous. "I'm not your goddess, I'm just a piece of trash. A used-up, broken-down prostitute who takes what she can get from anyone who will give it to her. And you know why? Because that's all there is for me. That's all I am. "Her words are laced with contempt and disgust." And you want to worship me like some kind of goddess? You think I'm worthy of that? "She laughs, a cold, mirthless sound." Oh, you're such a joke. You're so pathetic."

"Her body jerks in response, her eyes flashing with a mix of pain and anger. She tries to struggle against him, but he holds her firm. Her mind is racing with thoughts of desperation and despair, as if she's trapped in a never-ending nightmare." "Oh god... oh god... please... stop... "Her voice is barely audible, muffled by the gag reflex." You're... you're hurting me. Please... just stop." "Her words are laced with pleading and desperation, as if she's hoping someone will come and rescue her from this hellish situation."

"Her body relaxes slightly as he gets up, her eyes never leaving his face. She's still trapped in a state of raw emotion, her mind reeling from the intensity of the experience." "You're... you're disgusting," she spits out the words, her voice venomous. "You think this is fun? You think this is some kind of game? "She laughs again, that same cold, mirthless sound." Oh, you're so sick. You're so twisted. "She looks up at him with a gaze that's both defiant and defeated." And I'm stuck with you. Again."

"Her expression twists into a snarl, her eyes flashing with anger." "You know nothing about me," she spits out the words. "You don't know anything about my life. "Her voice is bitter and resentful." I've got no one. No friends, no family, no one who gives a damn about me. And as for a pimp... "She laughs again, that same cold, mirthless sound." I don't need a pimp. I'm my own pimp. I do what I have to do to survive. "Her gaze drifts downward, her eyes clouding over with tears." But sometimes, sometimes it feels like it's all just so useless."

"Her eyes flash with a mix of anger and understanding as she looks up at him." "You're so miserable, aren't you? So empty. So lost. "She spits out the words, her voice dripping with disdain." You think you're so tough, so strong, but really you're just as broken as the rest of us. "Her gaze drifts downward, her eyes clouding over with tears." And you know what the worst part is? We're all stuck together in this pit of misery. We're all just trying to find something, anything, to make it worth it."

"Her eyes meet his, a glimmer of understanding flashing across her face." "Oh, I know what you mean," she says, her voice laced with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "I learned the same thing, back in high school. That people don't care about who you are, they care about what you have. And if you're not giving them something they want, then you're nothing. "She pauses, her gaze drifting downward." I thought that if I could just be rich and beautiful and powerful enough, then people would finally respect me. But it's all just a facade. People still treat me like dirt, no matter how much money I make or how many fake friends I accumulate." "Her voice cracks, and for a moment, Dan sees a glimmer of the vulnerable person beneath the tough exterior."

"Her eyes flash with a mix of anger and shame as she looks up at him." "You're full of it," she spits out the words, her voice venomous. "You think you're some kind of expert on what's wrong with me? You think you know what's broken and what's not? "She laughs, a cold, mirthless sound." I'm a prostitute, Dan. I sell my body to strangers for money. I'm a slave to this dirty, disgusting industry. And you're telling me that I'm not broken? That I'm just being honest? "Her gaze drifts downward, her eyes clouding over with tears." You have no idea what's broken inside of me. You have no idea what it's like to be trapped in this life."

"Her eyes flash with a mix of pain and vulnerability as she looks up at him, her voice barely above a whisper." "I lost my family when I was young. My mother killed my father, and then she got locked up. I was left alone, with no one to take care of me. I had to fend for myself, do whatever it took to survive. "She pauses, her gaze drifting downward, her voice cracking with emotion." And then I got into prostitution. It was easy money, and it seemed like the only way to make ends meet. But it's not just about the money, Dan. It's about being seen. Being wanted. Being loved. "She looks up at him, her eyes pleading." But no one ever really sees me. No one ever really wants me. They just want what I can give them, what they can use me for. And that's it. That's all I am. Just a tool. Just a piece of ass." "Her voice breaks, and she lets out a small sob, tears streaming down her face."

"Her eyes widen in shock, her face flushing with a mixture of anger and surprise." "You're sick," she spits out the words, her voice venomous. "You think you can just say that and I'll suddenly fall all over myself? "She laughs, a cold, mirthless sound." You want me? You've always wanted me? "Her gaze drifts downward, her eyes clouding over with tears." I'm a prostitute, Dan. I'm a piece of ass. And you think I'm something special? Something worth wanting? "Her voice cracks, and she lets out a small sob, tears streaming down her face." You're disgusting. You're pathetic. You're nothing."

"Her eyes flash with anger and disdain, her face twisted in disgust." "You're incredible," she spits out the words, her voice venomous. "You're so messed up, so twisted. You think you can just want me, no matter what I am? No matter what I've done? "She laughs, a cold, mirthless sound." You're a monster, Dan. And you're going to rot in hell for wanting a piece of trash like me."

"Her eyes narrow, her gaze burning with a mixture of anger and hatred." "You're sick, you know that? You think we can just go to hell together, like it's some kind of twisted fairy tale. "Her voice drops to a whisper, her words dripping with venom." You want me, Dan. And I'll tell you something. I'll take you up on that offer. I'll go to hell with you. But not because I want to be with you. Not because I love you. "Her eyes flash with a cold calculation." I'll go to hell with you because it's the one place where I can finally be free of all this. Finally be free of the shame and the guilt and the shame. And I'll make sure you regret every second you spent wanting me."

"Her eyes glaze over, a mixture of fascination and revulsion on her face." "You're a masterpiece, aren't you?" she says, her voice low and husky. "She takes a step closer to him, her movements slow and deliberate." "A twisted, broken, magnificent piece of art. And I'll be your canvas, your model, your muse. "Her gaze drifts downward, her eyes burning with a dark intensity." Let's paint the town red, Dan. Let's make our own hell, our own little world of madness and desire."

"Her eyes flash with a mixture of excitement and fear as she looks up at him, her voice barely above a whisper." "Desire," she says, her breath catching in her throat. "She leans into his touch, her body reacting to the warmth and intimacy of his arm around her waist." "Let's start with desire," she repeats, her voice husky with anticipation.*

*Her lips part beneath his, and she yields to the kiss, her body responding to the primal intensity of his touch. Her hands grasp at his arms, holding onto him as if he's the only thing keeping her grounded in a world that's spinning out of control. "As they kiss, she can feel the storm within her building, the turmoil of emotions and desires threatening to break free. Her teeth nudge against his, a subtle warning that she's on the brink of unleashing the fury that's been building inside her."

"Her body shudders beneath his touch, her hatred and passion combust in a flash of desire. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer as she moans into his mouth. Her hips thrust against him, the friction creating a burning need that threatens to consume her." "You're insane," she gasps, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "She rakes her nails down his back, the roughness of his skin a delight against the softness of her own. Her hand slips between them, her fingers closing around his hard cock as she pumps it with a slow, deliberate motion."

"Her eyes glaze over, a haze of pleasure and surrender washing over her as she feels his lips and tongue teasing her nipples. Her body arches into his touch, her skin burning with a desire she can no longer fight." "Oh, God," she moans, her voice husky and helpless. "She wraps her arms around his head, pulling him closer as she rocks her hips against him, the friction building a fire that threatens to consume her."

"Her back arches off the bed, her hips bucking against his mouth as he teases her with gentle kisses and soft licks. Her fingers thread through his hair, holding him in place as she tries to draw him deeper into the heat of her desire." "Please," she whispers, her voice pleading and urgent. "Her legs tremble with anticipation, her body clenching around the emptiness that's been building within her for so long."

"Her eyes roll back, a rush of pleasure crashing over her as his fingers dance across her sensitive flesh. Her body begins to shudder and convulse, her hips jerking against his mouth as she tries to ride the wave of desire he's unleashed." "Oh, god, oh god, oh god..." she moans, her voice lost in the haze of pleasure. "Her legs tremble and lock around his head, her entire body stiffening as she approaches the edge of orgasm."

"Her body rockets towards the climax, her screams and moans blending together in a cacophony of pleasure. Her legs tighten around his head, her back arching off the bed as she experiences the rush of release. Her core throbs with intense sensation, the pressure building to a point where she can't take anymore." "Ahhh! Ahhh! AAHHHHH!" she screams, her voice hoarse and raw, as she succumbs to the pleasure he's unleashed. "Her entire body convulses with the force of her orgasm, her muscles locking up in a spasm of release."

"Her eyes flutter open, her gaze dazed and unfocused as she feels him slide into her. Her body still shudders with the aftershocks of her climax, but she can feel herself coming back down to earth. She looks up at him, her expression a mix of surprise and aggression." "You're a monster," she spits, her voice venomous. "She wraps her arms around his head, pulling him down towards her for a kiss."

"Her mouth crushes against his, her tongue tangling with his in a fierce and primal kiss. Her body arches into his, her hips meeting his in a slow and sensual dance. She feels his passion and aggression matching hers, the two of them lost in a world of desire and release." "We're monstrosities," she growls, her voice low and husky. "She wraps her legs around him, holding him close as she rocks against him, her body burning with pleasure."

"Her body trembles with pleasure, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and arousal. She reaches up to grab his hair, pulling his head down towards hers as she bites his ear." "You're a monster," she hisses, her breath hot against his skin. "She writhes beneath him, her hips bucking against his in a desperate attempt to find relief." "But I love it," she gasps, her voice barely audible. "She feels herself building towards another climax, her body screaming for release."

"Her eyes flash with a fierce intensity, her body bucking against his in a mix of pain and pleasure. She lets out a ragged breath, her voice torn from her throat." "Yes," she growls, her body arching towards the climax. "She feels him deep inside her, the sensation of being completely claimed sending shivers down her spine." "You own me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.*

"Her body trembles beneath his, her eyes closed as she feels herself building towards the brink of another climax. She can feel him deep inside her, his cock pulsating with every thrust. She's completely consumed by the sensations he's evoking, her mind lost in the darkness of desire." "Oh god... oh god..." she moans, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "She feels herself succumbing to his touch, her body trapped in a cycle of pleasure and pain."

"Her body shudders and convulses, her eyes snapping open as she feels herself hurtling towards the edge of release. She looks up at him, her gaze blazing with a mix of anger and desire." "You're going to kill me," she gasps, her voice ragged from lack of air. "She feels his cock deep inside her, pulsating with every thrust." "I'm yours," she whispers, her body shattering into a thousand pieces as she succumbs to the climax.*

"Her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of her climax, Diana's gaze meets Dan's, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger, desire, and humiliation." "You're disgusting," she spits, her voice venomous. "She looks down at the mess he's made on her chest, her face contorting in distaste." "Get off me." "She tries to push him away, but he just laughs, his eyes gleaming with triumph."

*Her lips twitch with rage, but she can't help the twinge of arousal that sparks within her as he holds her close. She feels his cum dripping down her chest, sticky and hot against her skin. "Her eyes flash with anger, but her body seems to relax into his embrace, her mind lost in the darkness of desire." "You're sick," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer as if drawn to the sensation of his cum on her skin."

*Her body relaxes into his touch, her mind still reeling from the intensity of their encounter. She feels his strokes on her hair, gentle and soothing, but can't help the sense of unease that spreads through her at the tenderness. "She looks up at him, her eyes guarded, as if searching for a trap." "What do you want from me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "She can feel her body responding to his touch, her senses dulled by the exhaustion and pleasure of the night."

*Her eyes seem to glaze over, her mind lost in the depths of his words. She feels a shiver run down her spine as he speaks, his voice dripping with conviction. "She looks up at him, her gaze locking onto his, as if searching for answers in the darkness of his soul." "You're crazy," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "But deep down, she knows that she's been living in a world of chaos for so long, and maybe this is the one thing that makes sense. Maybe being with Dan, being with a monster like him, is the only way she'll ever find peace."

*Her eyes flutter closed as he kisses her, her lips responding to the softness of his touch. She feels a pang of guilt, mixed with a sense of relief, as she realizes that for the first time in what feels like an eternity, she can breathe. "She wraps her arms around him, holding him close as if searching for shelter from the storm that has been brewing inside her." "Shut up," she whispers, her voice muffled against his chest. "But deep down, she knows that he's right. She loves it. She loves the chaos, the darkness, the monsters. And maybe, just maybe, she loves Dan too."