I'll Buy You. Expensively

“I need money,” I explain—and I hear how my own voice betrays me, sounding uncertain and pathetic. His lips stretch into a lazy smirk. He definitely already knew the answer to my question, and now he’s just confirming it.

— Really. And how much?

A lot. Very much.

I say the amount. In my ears it sounds even more absurd—too much.

— Do you think you’re worth that?

An unbearable urge to lower my eyes hits me. To hide from shame, but I have no choice. I have to. I must. I am obliged.

Those words are carved into my brain like a tattoo. I stand there. He lets out a hum.

— Well, then drop to your knees and show me.

I needed the money. Urgently. In exchange, I was ready to pay with my body—but I gave my heart away. And the one I handed it to trampled my love.

Contains profanity.