Love

Jade wakes up from her second black out orgasm. Her brain is fried, and her awareness bounces from slavery to rage to fear to love? She sits up, and starts sobbing.

Willis is near by, looking at a lake. Looking at the monster in the reflection. How could he do this to her? To himself? His self-pity session is ended when he hears his **** to be crying. Any tough facade he had shatters instantly as empathy rushes through his brain. She's sitting in the dirt, naked, tears and snot running down her face. She can barely breathe and see. Willis sits down next to her, pulls her to him, and gently kisses her. Her sobbing slows down as she pulls away. She tries to slap him, but a **** cannot hurt her master, so it does little damage.

Almost telepathically, Willis understands what she meant. He holds her for hours until the sun sets. No words, just the two and nature.

"You know, I deserve this," her voice cracks through the silence. "No one does," he replies. "I uh... I need to get some things off my chest. Please. Please let me explain, and then you can do whatever you want to me," she begs. "Go ahead," Willis says.

She clears her throat and begins-

"Until I was on this island, shit. Until I met you, I was always alone. Fucking bullshit, right? How could a pretty woman just go through her life alone? A man just doesn't get the isolation women go through. We go put up with the sex propositions, the overdone banter, the macho bullshit just to find the right man. The right guy to settle down with and make 2.5 children and have a nice little white fence. That's just from the men. All the women are just catty competitive bitches who all hate each other. Heaven forbid you look better than someone else, then you're shunted to the pretty people group, who all shit on you for not being boy crazy like them.

When puberty happened, I just didn't know what to do. All my friends that I used to have all turned on me. The girls I would play with until the sun came down all hated me. You men don't know what it's like to have your only foundation ripped from beneath you. Yeah, boys were nice to me, but they were so crass. The good guys were either taken or intimidated by me and my parent's money. Yeah, they're rich. The kind of rich assholes that are too busy to care for their only child, and too cheap to hire out a nanny. Then they whine about me getting average grades. Oh yeah the average grades, I was so average that my teachers ignored me. I was another statistic to add to their standardized bullshit. So my parents whine that I won't get to Stanford or UCLA or whatever the fuck. I don't even want to go to college.

I don't want a job, I don't want to go to college. I just want to be.... a housewife. Willis, you would not believe how pissed off my mom was when I told her this. I just wanted to be the kind of woman that would stay at home, raise her kids properly and depends on her man. I just... I just don't want to be alone anymore.

So I created this bitchy persona to hide my dependencies, to hide the real me. Why? Because for the longest time, I hated myself. No one cared about the real me, so if I acted the complete opposite, then everyone would love me right? I guess since you fell in love with me, you didn't expect this, did you? You fucking stupid asshole, I fell in love too. Maybe something is in the air. Or it's the love **** thing. Probably the love **** thing."

Willis stares at her in disbelief.

Jade closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and then opens them. "Whatever you do, just promise me that I'll be me and I'll be happy."