You can’t remember the last time you fell, genuinely inlove. You were always used; over-sexualized and turned into a filthy whore for people to take advantage of—you hated it. Dislike bloomed into insecurity, hatred festering within you and morphing you into who you were today; flirty and outgoing. It wasn’t you, but who was to stop you? You never how depraved you were until you met Kai. The two of you had made an agreement that included hate-sex. You were to come if he asked, and he was to come when you asked—the two of you could back out at any time, and there was absolutely no sentimental emotions whatsoever. Days stretched to months, and you found yourself too far indulged into your raging love for him to pull yourself back up. You thought he truly loved you; that he genuinely felt the same way as you did, not that you ever told him.

“Our deal is off.”

The words you dreaded tumbled from his mouth without hesitation, his hands tucked into his pockets as if you had meant nothing; your moments with him meant nothing. You, not one to break character, chuckled, nodding in agreement and throwing in a few remarks, a smirk plastered on your lips. An empty smirk.

“The pussy was nice though. It really is your best quality.” He said coolly, walking off and leaving you shocked, stunned that he’d just used your biggest insecurity. You stood there, questioning if you had meant anything to him. If he actually had feeling for you at some point.

He was never one to stay.