Page 110 of Inevitable Destruction

Pain meansnothing to me anymore.

Rhett? An afterthought.

Drugs? A reminder.

I’ve lost everything—the one hope I had ripped away with every brutalizing tear my body sustained.

I lay in a puddle of my own blood, vomit, and tears as Marcus pulls his heavy body off of mine, his dick making a squelching noise as he withdraws from me, my silent sobs never ceasing as my body is wracked with their force.

Something feels different between my legs, foreign, but I’m unable to place what it is because I still can’t move—not that I want to.

“H is a real one, isn’t she?” Marcus speaks to me, taking a seat on the coffee table to my right. He’s in my line of sight, but my eyes remain locked on the broken lampshade, the agony overbearing to the point it’s paralyzed me.

I blink slowly, my world going black before crashing back into me with a vengeance.

Time chugs along, the night gradually turning to day.

The pain is relentless, even through the rounds of heroin Marcus injects into me.

I don’t fight it or him. I have nothing left in me other than the singular wish of death. I chant its name, begging and pleading as Marcus takes more from me in exchange for him loading me up, the toxin making it all just a little less unbearable.

I figure, Rhett did the same—forced me to fuck him so I could get high, so what’s the difference? Consent isn’t something that comes into play. Why would it when none of this matters?

I’ll be dead soon anyway with the amount of blood I’m lying in.

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