“Oh…gosh. I mean, I couldn’t believe your parents would even suggest something so crazy.”
“Yeah, they’re real old fashioned. It’s like this weird old Mormon-esque family tradition. I am so not about it.”
“Um…so I only went along because you told them right before that you thought I was ‘the one’.“
“Haha! I can’t believe you fell for that! Sorry, that’s mean. That was just for my parents’ benefit, though. Otherwise they would have run you off and I’d be back to square one.”
“Oh. That makes sense. I guess. So you don’t, like… even a little…like…love me?”
“Ha ha ha ha ha! OMG. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you are so pathetic. You are just so not my type, you know? My real boyfriend doesn’t care if I love him. He just fucking owns me, y’know? It feels so good. So right. Kind of how I own you, actually.”
“R-right.”
“But he also fucks me, which is a pretty big difference, I guess. And he’d certainly never let some old biddy put him in a cock cage just because I said he was ‘the one’. He tells me he’s the one when he ravages my puss. Well, he just calls me ‘his bitch’ but same diff. God, he’d probably bend my own mom over the counter if she tried to out that on him, and just pound her ‘til she called him Daddy. Hmm, might be worth it just to see…nah. That’s too weird even for me.”
“So, uh, you want me to just remain in this chastity cage I don’t have the key for indefinitely and just-”
“You are so sweet! You get it exactly. Thanks, babe.”
*cheek kiss*
“And you…don’t want to date me.”
“I’m so glad you understand.”
“…but but, you’ll need me for family events right?”
“Oh my god! Are you actually excited about that?! I thought I’d have to threaten or bribe you for that part.”
“Well, it’ll kinda be like a date. I’ll get to see you. I still lov-, um, like you.”
“I really do know how to pick them. You are more pathetic than I could have imagined. My parents castrate you, I tell you our whole relationship was a lie, and still you adore me like a stupid puppy.”
“Oh, I mean, I guess I just-”
“Shut up you stupid bitch!” *SLAP!* “You just won the fucking loser lottery. I’m going to use you like you were made to be used. I’m going to totally ignore you for months and then parade you around my parents and act all sweet. I’ll post cute couple selfies of us on Facebook. I’ll even let you put your arm around me and kiss my cheek. And for every photo, my real boyfriend is going to pound your ass. He gets real jealous.”
*whimper*
“Don’t be scared little bitch- wait, grab my ass! Come on, I saw you eyeing my exposed cheeks. Quick, he’s coming this way! Yes, him, my real boyfriend. I want to see your first beating. Shh, shh, you can cry, just touch it! I know it’s scary but you’ll come to accept your place.”
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