My Husband the Pimp
He watched his sweet, innocent little cousin—the one who'd played so pure in front of him—now acting like a common street whore in front of millions of viewers.
He scrambled toward the computer, desperate to pull the plug. "Turn it off! Shut it down! NOW!"
I walked over quickly, raised my heel, and brought it down—right on top of Jake's hand.
"AHHH—!"
Jake screamed and tried to pull his hand back. I ground my heel deeper, almost sinking it into his flesh.
I stared down at him from above, my eyes cold as ice.
"What's wrong, Jake? You love watching women act like dogs in heat on livestream. Your precious little cousin is doing the job for me right now. Why aren't you happy about it?"
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