
WARNING: NSFW. I thought I won the lottery: a public queen, private skank, custom-built to stroke my ego. We made a joke of it—until I wore her out. She stopped playing the part, leaving me to face the bill: I was the real fuck-doll, dancing to a script I thought I wrote. This is a story of consumption, emotional failure, and the cruel comedy of a fantasy curdled. Click to hear the silence.