Epilogue - Unhappily Ever After

*Warning - This is a bad end - Reader discretion advised - (Also there's a story update at the end if you care about that)

At 7 am exactly the alarm sounded, just like it did every work day. Dutifully the man turned it off, not for his own sake, but for the sake of the others in his bed.

He'd barely slept at all that night, or any of the nights before it. Insomnia. The doctor that diagnosed him asked if anything had changed in his life. Any sudden cause of stress, anxiety or depression that might have brought it on.

"Cuck boy! Go make us some breakfast." The other man in his bed groaned. Reaching over the girl and showing him out of the bed. "And would it kill you to squeeze some fresh juice today."

Picking himself up and walking out of the room, he looked back at the bed. The other man had already pulled the sheets off of her and was burying his fingers into her cunt as way of waking the woman up.

Face buried in the pillows, naked from head to toes with obvious scratch marks, cum stains and red skin from numerous slaps to her ass. Her tramp stamp was still healing, a stylised cursive word that you had to focus on to read. Just one word. 'Broken'

It'd been the other man's, Callum's, idea. After that night when she'd been passed around by so, so very many guys. The only word she managed to say while gargling various loads of cum. Callum had wanted an eternal reminder of that night. More of him than for her.

Her once shining red hair was disheveled and bleached blonde. Not professionally done, but instead by a friend of Callum's. Who took payment for his amature services by way of blowjob, tit fucking and a facial they made her walk home with. It was a trashy look, the roots still visible, but it paired well with the new tattoo and lip fillers she'd gotten as well. Giving her those 'Dick Sucking Lips' as he'd put it.

Sarah. She'd been his queen once. His whole life. An anchor that he couldn't let go of, even now as it sunk further into the depths.

"What are you waiting for?" Callum asked. Pulling his fingers out of her cunt and sucking her wetness off of them. "Get the fuck into the kitchen!"

He punctuated his command by slapping the girl's ass. Hard enough to make her toes curl and her legs shake. Closing the door behind him did nothing to muffle her moans as they began their usual morning fuck session.

Bacon sizzling. Eggs scrambled. Juices squeezed. It took longer than he'd like to get it prepared, but it was best to do as he was told. Acting out only made the man treat them both harsher. A fate that the woman, Sarah, seemed to enjoy.

The harsher she was treated, the more relaxed she'd seem. It wasn't the nights where a train of paying customers used her body that got to her, or the nights when Callum would use her body as his punching bag. No, the only nights he heard her crying were the quiet ones. When they were alone together in the apartment that was once their home.

Bringing trays with their food back to the room, he found the bed empty. The room reeked of Callum's cum, a smell he was all too familiar with now. The sheets were a wet filthy mess that he knew Callum would make them all sleep in for another night at least, before making him wash them.

Before he could even wonder where they'd gone he heard the creaking of pipes and rushing of water. Callum perfectly timing things to prevent him from being able to shower before work. More than that, he knew his uniform was in the bathroom. Forcing him to go in and watch them in there together or risk getting punished at work.

Fog mercifully covered the glass of the shower, but did nothing to muffle the moans and grunts of their endless animalistic rutting.

Looking around the room for the shirt the man had placed on the bench last night, he found it crumpled up next to the toilet. Crinkled, wet, filthy and smelling distinctly of piss. The man could only let out a deep sigh.

"That you Liam?" Callum chuckled and slammed Sarah up against the fogged glass. Her tits squished against the glass, rubbing back and forth with every thrust of Callum's cock. If he looked close he could almost make out the outline of Callum's cock inside her. Pushing deep into her womb, again and again and again.

"Sorry about the shirt man." Callum said. Not a hint of empathy in his voice. "Missed the toilet a little and had to clean it up."

He didn't stop fucking the woman as he spoke to him. Slamming her body so hard into the glass he was surprised it didn't break.

This was his punishment for looking back at them earlier. For not making his breakfast without hesitation. A relatively light punishment really. He must have been in a good mood after fucking Sarah for all of last night. Using her body as a doll right next to the man. Claiming her and their bed as his.

"How about a thank you for not making you do it, huh?" Callum yelled over the running water and constant plaping of his cock defiling the woman who might have been his wife.

He stared at the two with eyes that were so very tired. The woman's battered tits and stomach that was being pounded the only parts of her he could see. Her face pressed into the glass but it was turned away, the long blonde hair blocking any of it from sight.

She was skinnier now. Callum's doing. He wanted her to have a tighter body. A tighter cunt. She just barely resembled the woman he'd once loved. Her ass just a piece of meat for Callum to grope. Her tits nothing but toys he could ****. That spark, the light in her eyes, was well and truly gone.

But still, there was just enough of her that remained. That prevented him from being able to let go.

But with every change made to her body there was less and less of her. Less of Sarah. When dressed into the sluttiest clothes Callum could find, face plastered with make-up, he could almost convince himself she was another woman. A stranger he wouldn't spare a second glance to on the street. Almost.

"Thank you." He said. Putting on the shirt, walking out the door and leaving them behind.

A/N: So nearly a year on here's the long awaited epilogue! Mostly because I was in the mood to get some frustrations out by being mean to figments of my imagination.

I did try to reign it in a little and leave some room for things to be positive, so don't get too mad at me!

I have been itching to write more in this kind of style though, so expect (No promises though.) more coming.

Which leaves me with some questions for you, dear reader. Do I pick a spot and branch off on this path? Or mostly start over and have a new character knocking on their door?

On the one hand, I know people have gotten attached to the characters as they are and would want to see more of that. Buuut it's been a while since I've written this story, so I worry their will be a jarring difference in style and character between what I wrote like a year ago and now. So a fresh start would be a more cohesive experience, and likely come out faster.

I'm leaning towards fresh start (I.e. new branch after the first chapter.) but you can let me know your thoughts if you want.

Lastly I'm floating the idea of a Patreon. If you're bothering to read the author's notes to an epilogue to a story that finished 7 months ago, you might just be a fan. So if anyone's at all interested in that, let me know. It would **** me to actually finish more stories (Something I'm chronically bad at.) And to get me to write more of what you, my probable fan, would want to read.

So I'll stop this before the notes are longer than the damn chapter. Thanks for reading everybody!