The Salon
After tossing and turning in bed almost all night as I went over all the ways I acted desperate and embarrassed myself in front of Milo, I finally managed to get some sleep. When I woke up, there was a black card on my bedside table.
A text came in as soon as I had it in my hands. It said; That's an unlimited card. Buy yourself whatever you want. It's under your name.
It was from Milo. He was always texting me using a different number. He never kept one for way too long.
I put the card back on the table and went to freshen up. As soon as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I saw red marks covering my skin. It was a reminder of all the fucked up things I allowed Milo to do to me.
Pretend like you don't enjoy it.
I smiled when I realized that I didn't know what good sex felt like until Milo. I didn't know what fucked up things I had experienced to make me like everything Milo was doing but I knew I didn't want him to stop.