So I haven't written anything for over half a year...

2003-07-25T02:43:08Z

Title: The Bitter End
Band: Good Charlotte/Mest
Pairing: Benji/Joel, Matt/Joel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Standalone. Joel has an odd job.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't even own the computer I'm using.

A/N: From my extrememly long writing hiatus, I bring you a story. You might know me as theUsed from fd.net. I've been writing this whole time but I've either lost enthusiasm, had writer's block or it just wasn't up to my standards. I have about 10 unfinished stories at the moment.

The Bitter End

I sit still as Benji fastens a spiked dog collar around my neck; a request the client had made prior to his appointment. He wants it extra rough tonight, Benji notified me earlier.

“Now for the eyeliner,” he unconsciously mumbles to the room.

I turn around to face him and hoist myself up on the edge of the sink counter in the bathroom. Benji gently holds my jaw in his strong hand as he informs me to look up. He steadily applies the lines of eyeliner, another request. He’s done in no time. I slide off the cold marble countertop and turn around to face the mirror.

My faux hawk is bright red and upright, defying gravity by the strong hair glue graciously applied earlier. My eyes are darkly outlined by the black eyeliner, some smudged in a smoky, sultry look. The spiked dog collar isn’t too tight, allowing me to breathe comfortably and permitting me to keep my necklaces on. Benji stands behind me, also inspecting me, while lightly holding the leash that is clipped onto my collar. His fingers let go and he delicately brushes my bare shoulder with feather touches. I’m topless. I look down at my faux leather pants; obviously not real leather by the way they shine, looking almost vinyl. So this is the look 10 pm’s client wants?

I’m done examining myself but apparently Benji’s not. He is still staring at my reflection in the mirror. He licks his lips as his hands travel up my sides and onto my pecs, palms massaging my chest.

“Not bad,” he breathes into my ear, “Not bad at all.”

He places baby-soft kisses along my shoulder and neck. He’s so gentle. He seems like he would never hurt a fly. That he would never hurt me.

Knock knock!

“Go!” he snarls while shoving out of the bathroom, following me right behind. And those thoughts disintegrate as if never there.

“I want you to do whatever the fuck he wants tonight. No lip. Remember, he’s a big spender,” Benji orders. I passively nod and stand a couple yards behind him as he heads to open the door. He checks the peephole and indeed it is my client as he resumes unlatching the locks.

“Matt! How you doing? Long time no see,” Benji cheerfully welcomes while signaling for him to come in.

Matt steps inside the room, returning greetings with Benji. I remember Matt; he’s one of my regulars. He usually visits me once a month, twice if he and his boyfriend get into a fight and decides not to put out. I have to admit that he is one of my most attractive clients. Tonight he is dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt underneath a light jacket, nothing too special and yet not thrown together.

Matt looks up from his and Benji’s conversation and spots me. Surprise and lust soon pervades his eyes. He eyeballs me up and down, licking his lips suggestively.

“Exactly what I wanted and then some…” he exhales, still devouring me with his eyes. I feel like a piece of fucking meat…and I love it. I love that I can make just about any man salivate simply by the sight of me.

“When you make a special request, we do our best to fulfill it,” Benji responds. He’s proud of his work on me; he’s proud of me. He knows I’m his property; only to be borrowed for a more than benevolent fee.

“Yeah,” Matt instinctively replies, never budging his gaze.

“Now before we get started, I need to collect the…payment,” Benji reminds him.

Matt turns to him and rummages his hand inside a pocket in the interior of the jacket before pulling out a thick, unmarked envelope and handing it over to my twin. Benji opens the paper package and promptly counts the bills. He acquiesces before stuffing it into his back pocket.

“I think everything is in order now,” he smiles, “You have an hour.”

Matt nods and advances towards me. He pulls me into a ravenous kiss that I go along with. His lips are soft and warm, nothing like the kiss. I place my hands on his shoulders, subtly massaging them. He situates one chilly hand on my bare lower back to draw my body towards his while his other hand trails through my hair to grip my hawk. He roughly pulls at it, jerking my lips away from his. I yelp at the sudden pain. Matt yanks my head back to expose my neck. He leans down to nip and suck at it, trying to mark me.

Benji won’t like that. I don’t even have to look at him to know he doesn’t like what Matt is doing right now. I don’t even think he likes Matt as a person. He’s watching it all from the corner of the hotel room, sitting there with his arms crossed over his chest, scowling. He doesn’t like it when other men try to denote me as theirs although he procures me out to them. I’m his and he doesn’t like it when someone attempts to take me away.

Matt lets go of my mane and abruptly grabs my ass with both of his hands. I gasp sharply from the slight pain of his nails. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his hips. He carries me to the bed drops me on the edge. I sit there and stare up at him. Again, he places his hand in my hair to grip my faux hawk and tugs me toward his crotch that is almost directly in front of my face.

I slide off the bed and kneel in front of him. His other hand comes down to hold onto the leash. I know what he wants. My fingers head towards the fastening and zipper of his jeans. I pop the button and, from the secluded corner I hear a barely audible cough but it catches Matt’s attention. Matt’s eyes leave me and turns his head toward Benji, sitting there looking at us with crossed arms as I predicted.

“Do you have to be here? Isn’t there something else you could do – go?” Matt hints.

“No.” Benji simply retorts.

“I already gave you your money. I’ll be done in less than an hour. Why do you even need to be here?”

“To make sure nothing happens to him.”

“I’m not going to hurt him,” I somehow find it hard to swallow. By the style he requested I dress up and the aggressive way he’s been acting fairly implies he’s into some S&M tonight.

“I can’t be too sure,” Benji says, sharing my thoughts, “This is just a precaution. I wouldn’t want my baby brother to get hurt.”

At this moment my heart should melting at his words. I’d like to think that Benji’s in the room to protect me, to be here for me but I doubt it. And by the slight tent beginning in his pants, the affectionate thought slips away as I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to Matt.

“Fine,” he huffs and looks down to my position in front of his throbbing cock. He nods to signal my continuance.

I take the zipper in between my teeth and pull down leisurely, teasing him. I pull his jeans down to his thighs slowly while staring at the bulge in front of me while he sighs heavily. I tug at his boxers. Matt gets impatient and tries to shimmy them down. His boxers rest with his jeans, bunched up on his lower thighs.

I lick the warm head of his cock, tasting the slightest hint of precum. I use my tongue to swirl around his rather large cock like a popsicle. I’ve done this countless times before; it’s all a routine to me now. It’s like I’m a machine. My lips move back to the head and I start sucking, his musky taste leaking into my mouth.

Out of the blue he roughly shoves my face forward, gagging me. I sputter and try to suck in a breath of air. Both of Matt’s hands reach down to grab my head and thrust me to him. I guess he didn’t like being teased. He’s pumping my mouth on his cock. I take the initiative to relax my throat and deep throat him, clenching my muscles around his erection when I fit it in.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Swallow it down.”

After a few moments I pull back and begin to bob my head, holding onto his hips so he doesn’t buck against my face too hard. I’ve learned along the way that a strong thrust of the pelvis can hurt like a bitch.

I feel Benji’s gaze intently on me, taking in every detail displayed. I try to ignore it; it only makes me more self conscious. Matt moans and groans while letting some profanity pass through his lips, but now he wants the real deal.

He grabs at my hair to pull me off of him and shoves me to the ground. Damn, I’m all for rough sex but no need to be pushy about it. I prop myself on my elbows, not expecting his next actions. He sits on the edge of the bed and tugs harshly on my leash, signaling me to get up. I stand in front of him while he yanks his shirt and jacket off after kicking away his shoes.

He grips my hips and roughly rubs my sides up and down while gazing up at me. I smile seductively and I place my hands on his shoulders. His large hands move towards the fastenings of my pants. The button releases easily and he slowly slides the zipper down before pulling my pants lower, bunching around my knees.

Eyes bulge as he sees that I’m not wearing anything underneath the skin tight pants but the fact that I have shaven may be the bigger reason. Benji suggested that I do so, saying that Matt would most like that, but I’m pretty sure it was more so for his own pleasure.

“God Joel…”

From his still exposed figure, I notice that he immediately becomes even more aroused. I smirk at his reaction. His fingers caress my smooth skin, the first gentle action he’s performed all night. He leans his head in and sensually licks the area that my happy trail should have leaded to. God his tongue feels good; I tilt my head back and softly moan.

He pulls back and looks up at my eyes with a malicious gleam before ripping down my pants and pulling them away before carelessly flinging me on the bed behind him. He stands up and shoves his own pants and boxers away. He crawls into the bed and hovers above me with an animalistic air to him. He bends down to wrap his arms around my torso for leverage as he grinds his lower body into mine and bites my shoulder.

We start to moan and pant heavily from the pleasure, the friction feels so good. I open my eyes and look to the occupied armchair in the corner of the room. Benji stares directly at me, his look never faltering, eyes never blinking. I don’t know what he’s feeling, I used to be able to read him like an open book but everything’s changed now. Is he jealous because I’m Matt’s for the remaining hour? Is he angry because I’m enjoying this so much? Is he turned on to see his baby brother in this position? Or all of the above?

It’s not until I feel something penetrating me that I break our intense gaze. I clench my eyes shut with the surprise and quite painful entry. I let a scream rip through the once quiet air. I look down to see Matt sitting between my bent, spread legs and fucking me with a vibrator. It’s off but he’s driving it so hard into me that I’m already moved back to the headboard and lightly thumping my head against the wood.

Benji thought it would be a good idea to put a few toys on the night stand. I grunt and pant, trying not to make a face from the force. I’m still not adjusted to the size and the surprise attack; and it being entered dry isn’t the best of feelings.

“Yeah bitch, take it,” he smiles sadistically while rubbing the inside of my thigh, “This is to get you ready, baby.”

Matt switches it the vibrator on and the feeling is incredible. I feel myself getting hard and developing a semi. I can’t help but to moan and writhe, rolling my hips in hopes of the device brushing my prostate. I find the right angle and moan loudly, practically screaming. Matt notices the change in my vocalizations and yanks out the vibrator causing some tearing. I hiss at the hot pain.

He drops the vibrator back on the night stand and reaches for a condom. He opens one and glances at me expectantly. I take the latex from him and sensually slide it on half way with my mouth, careful not the tear it with my teeth, and roll the rest of it on with my fingers. His eyes roll to the back of his head but returns to look at me when I’m done. I lay back down waiting for his next move.

Matt leans down and quickly wraps my leash around his fist, pulling my face towards his. He looks into my eyes with such fever.

“I hope you like it extra hard because I’d hate to be in your position right now,” he growls.

For a second I’m afraid, even terrified, but am reassured when I hear Benji softly clear his throat for my support. I’m comforted by the fact Benji can still read me and know what I’m feeling even though he’s inscrutable. I stop thinking as soon as Matt viciously rams his cock into me dry. I’d only gone dry once before long ago; I remember crying the whole time because of the pain.

I feel some splitting and cringe at the feeling. I’m probably bleeding from the torn skin. I’m not a virgin by a long shot. I’m not as tight as I once was but the size of his cock and his opting not to use lube sends shooting pains throughout my lower body. I clench my eyes shut, trying to relax and maybe dull out the pain. I feel Matt gripping my jaw with his free hand, still roughly rocking in and out of me.

“Don’t you fucking dare close your eyes while I’m fucking you,” he barks at my face.

My eyes fly open and I’m met by his penetrating stare, a mix of lust, pleasure and aggression swimming in them. He has no regards for me; I’m just a dirty whore whom he paid the hour for.

I started working like this when I was a teenager; sixteen probably. Dad left a year before and we were quickly in debt. Although mom tried to keep our heads above water the best she could, it just wasn’t enough. Even with Josh, Benji and I working part time minimum wage jobs after school, it still wasn’t sufficient.

Somehow with our teenage minds, Benji suggested that we work the streets at night for extra cash. A friend of his, Tony, said the money was more than enough if you were hot and willing. So we started working for Tony, Benji and I still together. When I would get a prospective customer, Benji would follow and vice versa. It was for our own protection. Being a prostitute is not the safest of jobs.

It was only a matter of time that a client suggested that Benji and I perform something together. When we were younger we sexually experimented with each other more than occasionally, and with the amount of money they were offering, we couldn’t resist. Up until that point, I had done nothing past handjobs, blowjobs, and fucking them. But that night Benji took my virginity.

People requested for us after that and we abided, with the apposite charge of course. But somewhere along the lines, we stopped having sex in cheap motel rooms in front of horny clienteles but instead made love in the privacy of our bedroom. Our relationship flourish into something more, something that I have always yearned for but never put much thought into.

Tony was arrested two years after we were first employed for being a pimp and we were left without a boss. Benji decided that we should continue to work for ourselves, that way we would receive more money and to eventually save up to move out. I immediately jumped at the chance. No more nights of desperately trying to make love in our small bedroom while hoping no one came home at the wrong moment. We quickly found our own place and moved out a month after we started.

My thoughts are broken when Matt yanks me up by the leash and pulls himself out of me, ripping me even more. I yelp at the sting. There is no doubt in my mind that I’m bleeding now.

“Get on your hands and knees, bitch,”

I swiftly flip over and get on all fours. Not a second later do I feel him shove back in me, thrusting harder and faster than before. I’ve never felt this kind of pain before, not even the first time I went dry. He’s fucking me too hard and my body is rejecting him.

“Ow, shit…Matt….wait…ugh, it hurts…slow down a bit…please.” I desperately beg.

“Shut the fuck up.”

He clasps a hand over my mouth. I try to breathe but it feels like I’m about to pass out from the pain and lack of oxygen. He shoves a couple fingers in my mouth and I instinctively begin to suck and lick at them. I try to hold in my screams, cries and tears but I let a sob escape, hoping Matt doesn’t take notice. But he does.

“You going to fucking cry, you filthy whore?” he harshly pants into my ear, searing the cartilage.

I shake my head no. I don’t want to cry, at least not in front of Benji. But it’s just not the pain I want to shed tears for. It’s the degrading realization of this dirty job. And the fact that Benji sees what’s happening right now. He knows how much this is hurting me and the demeaning words Matt throws at me yet I still see him sitting there out of the corner of my eye. He hasn’t done a damn thing. He hasn’t come over here to throw Matt off of me or even tell him to slow down or be gentler.

I’ve never had someone so rough before. God it hurts so fucking much. I’m holding back my tears but they’re welling up with no where to go.

Matt yanks his fingers away to clutch my hair and pull my head back while nipping at my neck and shoulder. I hear Matt’s loud moans and groans.

“Cry,” I don’t comply. He thrusts harder, trying to go deeper but can’t with his position, “I’m going to fucking make you cry then.”

Using the hold he has on my hair, he shoves me face down into the pillow until I can barely gasp for oxygen. I’m about to suffocate, but at least then I’ll be unconscious. He pounds into me harder until I finally do cry. But more for the emotional pain at the moment. How could Benji let something like this happen? Doesn’t he love me anymore? I cry harder at the dawning realization that he really doesn’t.

Matt speeds up his thrusts. Flesh hitting flesh harder. The backs of my thighs are most likely red by now but that’s the least of my concerns. Please just fucking come, get it over with. After a few more seconds he all but screams as he orgasms. I feel him slump over my back and heavily respires onto the back of my neck. I feel his disgusting sweat running down my neck and back. I want to retch so much right now just from him touching me.

I make an effort to calm myself down to stop my tears and shoulder racking sobs from getting past my mouth. I turn my head and try to gasp for air as soon as Matt loosens his grip on my now tousled faux hawk.

A few moments letter Matt gradually steadies himself back up and pulls himself out of me. I whimper and clutch the pillow tightly at the burning sensation of his cock being dragging out of my sore hole. He slides the filled condom off and ties it at the end before tossing it into the nearby trash bin.

I drop to my side to lie down, back facing both Matt and Benji. I can’t stand the sight of either of them at the moment. I just want to crawl in a hole and die. I clamp my legs tightly together and curl up as close as I can without causing bursting pains to course through me. I hear Matt pulling his clothes back on before he leans over and strokes the small of my back with his hand. I could taste the bile rising up.

“Mmm…that was the best fuck I’d ever had, Joel. Hope to do that again soon,” he kisses my cheek before slapping my ass and walking away.

All I want to do is run to the bathroom to take a scalding hot shower, rubbing away the first layer of skin that Matt has handled. I know I wasn’t raped but I feel so violated. I feel so weak. I close my eyes and sniffle faintly.

I hear Matt and Benji softly talking by the door. Matt says something about coming to me more often if every time was going to be that good again. Benji mumbles something in return and opens the door for Matt. As soon as I hear the door shut I exhale.

The bed dips behind me as Benji sits on it. I feel him removing the collar and soon the weight it lifted from my neck. He places a hand on my hip and I have an urge to move away but I can’t seem to; I abhor him for not saving in spite of that his touch is so soothing right now. I choke back the sobs and bile threatening to spill out.

“So how was it?”

How was it? How can he ask such a stupid question? How was it? He knows how much I hated it. He knows how much it hurt. He knows how much I didn’t want it. He knows everything and yet he still asks.

I slip my hand between my sore legs. I feel wetness around my sensitive entrance, no doubt blood. I shudder at the thought and texture of the fluid on my fingers.

“He was too rough,” I gently whisper. I’m not even sure if he heard me or not. I take in a shuddering breath, caused by my cries.

“I know.”

“Then why didn’t you help me?” I feel myself cry again but I don’t try to stop it. I scream hysterically at him from my fetal position, “If you knew how much I hated it, how much it was fucking hurting me, how much I didn’t want it…why didn’t you fucking help me? Why, Benji? Why?”

He’s quiet and I cry harder. I cry for this disgusting job I put up with. I cry for the lover and brother I once had. I cry for the love we once had.

And suddenly I’m lying on my back with Benji on top of me. He’s naked and hard and I wonder how this happened so fast. He leans down and abrasively kisses me. I turn my head to the side to avoid his lips but his hand is there to force me to stay. I fight back but am too weak from the session with Matt. His kisses aren’t loving and passionate, they’re hungry and unemotional. He, just like my clients, doesn’t care for me.

“Spread your legs,” he breathes fervently onto my lips.

“But Benji, I just – “

“Shut the fuck up and do it!”

Before I can obey he slaps me across the face. I can’t say that surprised me. He shoves his hands between my legs and spreads them apart for me. He leans down to bite and suck at a certain area on my neck, trying to cover the hickey Matt left with his own. I try to shove him off but I give up; I worn out and don’t have the energy to deal with this right now. I give in and just lay there staring up at the ceiling, letting Benji do what he may.

The next thing I know, Benji’s lips are back on mine and I hesitantly respond. I feel his cock at my entrance. He brushes it around my tender opening and I feel cold moisture spreading along. He’s using lube, unlike Matt, and I let a sigh of relief and appreciation seep from my lungs. But I take a glance down to notice he’s not wearing a condom, he never does with me.

“Ready?”

I nod but I know he would have gone without me giving the okay anyways. I feel the pressure of his head against my sore opening. With a small push he’s in and I let out an odd sound, a mixture of a yelp and a squeak.

His thrusts are hard but they’re much gentler compared to Matt’s. Benji is grunting and groaning, I softly moan along as he finds an angle and brushes along my prostate. It feels so good. My eyes feel so heavy but I keep them open, if only a crack. One of his hand trails from my hip to cup my cheek, still pink from his out lash. It’s only when I feel the small comfort of his hand that I let my eyes shut from the mounting pleasure surging through my body.

“God Joel…ugh, you’re such…a dirty whore…mmm…”

Throughout the years, things started to change. After a while, it was I that transacted with the clients while Benji dealt with the financial and business matters. He also became more defensive, violent, and angry with me. It was ironic: he was infuriated with me for having sex with other men yet he was the one who set it up.

Word of mouth was the biggest advertisement for me. Apparently, I’m a phenomenal fuck. But he never let just any man have me. He had to meet them himself to make sure I got the best of clients: ones that pay more than what is appropriate and those who I’d never run away with.

Some part of him is still afraid that he’ll lose me to a procurer that treats me better and promises me so much more. The love that was once there has faded. Things altered so dramatically from then to now. He isn’t the same Benji I fell in love with. I’m sure that he doesn’t even love me anymore. I’m just his whore now, his whore whom he rents out to the highest bidders.

I open my eyes and am taken aback when my gaze is met with his intense stare. His eyes are almost closed but I know he’s concentrating to keep them open. Through the small slits I see his sparkling russet eyes. I know somewhere in there is my Benji, the old Benji whom still loves and cares about me.

I tilt up and catch his lips with mine. I suck on his bottom lip, massaging his piercings with my tongue before gently before coaxing his own tongue into my mouth. I can tell he is surprised by assertiveness. His tongue delves into my mouth in a passionate kiss. I can’t remember the last time he kissed me like this. It seems like an eternity ago, before things got out of hand.

We pull away from each other and he stops thrusting. I give him a questioning look but before I can say anything his hands slide under my back and lifts me up with his cock still inside.

He sits upright on the bed with me in his lap. I wrap my legs around his waist to give him better access to me. He pulls my body towards his, sweaty chest to sweaty chest. A satisfied hum rises from my throat. We haven’t been this intimate for a while. I mean, we have sex, but all Benji wants to do is to get his rocks off and make it clear that I will always he his. This is almost like how it used to be, when we used to make love.

One of Benji’s arm slides across my back for stability while the other one crosses to hold onto my shoulder for leverage. I place my hands across his back to bring him closer to me. I feel his heart through my chest and it’s one of the most incredible feelings I have ever had the pleasure to experience. I look into his face and I could almost see my Benji looking right back at me. I rest my chin on his shoulder and he takes it as an okay.

He begins to thrust up into my body while using his arm on my shoulder to drive me down. The angle change causes him to directly hit my prostate. I moan loudly, making known my pleasure.

“Deeper, Benj.”

He pumps harder into me, grunting and moaning with every thrust. He is trying to go as deep as he can although he’s already all the way inside. I try to push myself down onto his hard cock anyways. I want to feel whole again. I want to feel like I used to. I want us to be like we used to.

My throbbing cock rubs up and down against his stomach, smearing precum along the way, as I bounce in his lap. I cry raucously at the sensation. His strong arms pull my chest even closer to his if at all possible.

“God Joel…fuck yeah, baby…ugh, Joel...” he moans into my ear.

“Yeah Benji, harder…oh god, go deeper Benji…I want to feel you all the way inside me…”

“You’re mine Joel…you’ll always be mine…no matter what...”

“Yes Benji yes…I’m yours…always…”

He moans louder as his thrust are erratic and uneven. It feels so fucking good. His thrusts are short and quick although still deep. He’s going to come soon and so am I.

“Come for me baby…ugh…yeah, Joel…”

I bounce quickly a few more times before complete ecstasy washes over me. My cum shoots out onto his stomach and some on mine. “Oh god, Benji…I love you.”

Mid orgasm Benji’s lips come crashing onto mine and I feel his hot cum spread through me. I shoot a little more out just from the feeling. He screams my name into my mouth, screwing his eyes tightly shut.

We fall back into the bed, Benji still inside and on top of me. I lay there and reach one hand up to my hair, running it through the messy, sweaty tresses before bringing it down to Benji’s. His face is buried into my neck and I feel his moist, hot breath.

He pulls out of me and turns me over to my side before getting behind and spooning me. My back to his chest. His groin to my ass. Our legs intertwined. One of his arm travels from stroking my hairless groin, slowing moving up to drape over my side, palm on my chest almost directly over my heart. My hands link themselves with his hand. We lay there catching our breaths. I turn my head around while he slightly leans over to meet my lips as we kiss. This one isn’t hungry or rough like before. It’s slow and lazy, gentle and soothing. Our tongues lazily massage each others while our lips rest against one another’s, barely moving. We break away and lay back in our positions.

“I love you, Benji,” I breathe.

I wait for his response. Nothing. An urge to cry arises. I just want to jump out of this bed and run away. But I suddenly feel his lips on the back of my neck. I contently take that as his reply. His lips leave me and sigh gently. I close my eyes in content.

It’s times like these that I know my Benji is still there. I know he doesn’t want me in this business. I know he wants me just for himself. I know he wants us to get out of this industry and live normal lives together – as normal as we can be. It’s times like these that I know he still loves me. One of these days my Benji will come back and everything will be okay. I know it will be.

“Get up and take a fucking shower. Quinn’s going to be here at midnight. Hurry the fuck up,” and I promptly feel a shove from his other hand that pushes me off the bed and lands me on the carpeted floor of the rented room with a thud.

I pick myself up and walk to the bathroom, glancing over my shoulder to see Benji wiping my cum off his stomach and picking up his boxers. I step inside the small, cold room and flip the light switch on. I stare at my reflection in the mirror: disheveled hair, swollen red lips, puffy pink bloodshot eyes, runny eyeliner and all. Including the soft sobs coming from my throat that I realize everything will never be okay.

And it’s times like these that bring me back to my life as a glorified prostitute.

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Plasticine

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