Page 78 of Disturbed Lucidity

“He’s a sadist, Logic. I don’t see him having sex without inflicting pain.”

“Nobody is born a sadist, Ivy. It’s a learned trait. Just like you were taught to accept pain.”

“I don’t know. What if he can’t do it? What if he needs it?”

“And that worries you?”

I nodded.

“You like him, don’t you?”

“What’s not to like? He’s my personal pain machine. He needs to inflict it and I crave it. We’re a match made in agony.”

Logic chuckled. “I wouldn’t call you that. Relationships evolve, Ivy. Remember that. What was once normal and needed may not always be what you end up with. And on that note, I think we’re done for the day.”

I was out back, soaking up some rays, when a shadow moved over me. It was a pretty day, not too hot, and I needed some vitamin-D to help quell my mood. Logic’s words still rattled around in my head, which only confused me more. I couldn’t see Luc having a vanilla relationship. It wasn’t in his DNA. While I had never tried it myself, Logic did have a point. How would I know unless I tried it? For all I knew, I might hate it and revert to what I knew best.

And I knew pain.

I welcomed it most days.

Pain for me was like breathing.

“You’re nothing but a fucking whore, you know that?”

Groaning, I waved the bitch away. “Go away, Gina. You’re blocking my sun.”

“I’d listen to her, bitch.” I heard Gunny shout from across the yard.

“Shut up, old man. No one here cares what you think.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

I chuckled when Gina spoke again. “He won’t keep you. You’re just the flavor of the month.”

“Been longer than a month, or can’t you count?”

“He will tire of you. He always does when the newness wares off, and he will come back to me.”

“Good to know. Now leave.”

The crazy slut laughed. “You think you are so much better than the rest of us? I heard your daddy loaned you out to anyone with a dick. That he fucked every fucking hole, and you loved it.”

“Go away, Gina. Won’t tell you again.”

“Or what?” the soon-to-be-dead bitch scoffed. “I’m not afraid of you. You are nothing more than a used-up whore that likes a little pain. If your daddy had half a fucking brain, he would have killed you.”

“He tried and failed. Now leave.”

“You’re nothing but a worthless, used piece of flesh that can never give him what he truly wants, and you fucking know it. No man wants half a woman, not when he can have the real deal.”

And just like that, the bitch flipped my switch.

Getting to my feet, I stared at the cunt and said, “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I said—”

Throwing my head back, I laughed, then sneered, “Bitch, I’m from the south. When I asked what you said, I wasn’t asking you to repeat it. I was asking if you’re good with Jesus because you’re about to meet him.”

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