She's Queen

Be assured, I said, if you are nice to me I'll see you get ahead.

And that's how she became my whore. She was unsure for the longest time, but in time she rose in the organization, she was sent to schools, given real responsibilities. Still though she was my whore.

One afternoon, on a random day, she came to me with some news. A competitor it seemed had tried to buy her away. I reminded her to whom she belonged. She asked to be released, to go her own way. I sat for a good amount of time, she had been a good whore, the best really. She was now much older, no longer a young thing, so I agreed to let her go on the condition, that should I need it, she would help me with information of the competitor.

I left the building later that evening, for the short walk to my apartment, when she came up beside me, took my hand and said she would be mine, but not my whore.

Old habits, I took her with me, stood her in the bedroom and told her I was king, she was queen, did she understand? She did.

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