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I became obsessed with trying to
think of things to please him, to turn him on.
As hard as I tried, there was nothing I could
do to turn him on enough to make him want to fuck me.
humiliating, but I didn't care.
I just wanted him back.
I'd do anything to get him back.
And every time I did what he wanted,
he just
Push me further away It was like
He was trying to make me crack so I would leave him again
But why?
Why would he go to all the trouble to get me back?
You look good in the red door.
Have I ever told you how I came the first
time you touched me?
The question is, why don't you want me anymore?
Have you used me up completely?
Do you want me to do that?
You do.
I will.
Just tell me what you want.
And I'll do it.
Have you met someone else?
Is that it?
Someone pretty?
And innocent.
Like I was.
Did it hurt you to see me desperate like this,
Jack?
Because I am certainly in
pain.
Hello, Victoria.
I've heard so many wonderful things about you.
Eve's from Auckland.
She's here in L .A. hoping to become a porn star.
I'm meeting with the people from Vivid next week.
I'm really excited.
You should keep your fingers crossed for me.
Isabel had kindly agreed to shoot some footage of Eve doing her thing.
Like a screen date.
I'll be the director, and you'll be the co -star.
Eve, if it's okay with Victoria...
Are you okay with that, Victoria?
How long have you two been seeing each other?
About a month.
Come Saturday night.
Has he asked you to marry him? Yeah.
Hey, Dave.
But I told him I want a career first.
I was a porno star.
Why, yeah?
Does that offend you?
No.
It might have before I met Jack.
But now?
Not at all.
So it's okay.
Whatever Jack wants, Jack gets.
I bought into it.
Why shouldn't you?
As I said,
We had gotten to the point in our relationship where Jack's only
pleasure seemed to come from putting me in one humiliating
situation after another.
It wasn't until later that I came to find
out that watching me sink into
sexual obsession actually caused Jack great pain.
Maybe even as much as me.
Or even more.
If that was possible.
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