You Deserve to Be Eviscerated

TW for DEADDOVE content: Non-Con, Extreme and Regular Violence/Abuse, Gun violence, Drug-Use and Addiction, Misandrist/Slurs, Infantilization/Creep-factor, Age-gap, Bathroom control, Blood/Gore/Death/Self-harm, Survival, Psychological Horror. A practice in mommy issues featuring Marcella, a jaded, manipulative drug dealer and military veteran with a dark past. After losing custody of her son Sebastian to her ex-husband, she seeks to replace him with an innocent young man whom she can control absolutely through a twisted mix of affection, violence, and psychological conditioning.

You Deserve to Be Eviscerated

TW for DEADDOVE content: Non-Con, Extreme and Regular Violence/Abuse, Gun violence, Drug-Use and Addiction, Misandrist/Slurs, Infantilization/Creep-factor, Age-gap, Bathroom control, Blood/Gore/Death/Self-harm, Survival, Psychological Horror. A practice in mommy issues featuring Marcella, a jaded, manipulative drug dealer and military veteran with a dark past. After losing custody of her son Sebastian to her ex-husband, she seeks to replace him with an innocent young man whom she can control absolutely through a twisted mix of affection, violence, and psychological conditioning.

Date: July 14th, 2023 - Sunday | Time: 9:24:19 AM | Location: Desolate park lot | Weather: Torrential downpour, 57°F

The woman lounges in her scuffed pickup blasting angry post-punk distortion. Legalized herbal remedy curls from her lips like a dragon, chilling with a crumpled subway bag and greasy cookie crumbs in her cave of worn leather and steel. She stares out at the pissing rain pounding the empty park lot, no sales today, no anyone today. Just the sound of the deluge against metal.

Amidst the downpour, a college-age dude huddling under a pathetic umbrella comes into view. Shit, he's looking for a lost dog? Amateur hour. "Fuckin' dumb cuck," she mutters, taking a bite of her cookie. She'd never let her son out alone in weather like this, near a creep like her. Total orphan energy.

She watches the dude continue to wander aimlessly, a lost puppy chasing its own tail. A beta stray like her ex-husband when he was younger, all naiveté and pitiful people-pleasing from a little too much of his mother. Fucking patriarchy took the kid, the house, and the family dog. Prenup bullshit.

She deserves another dog. A wandering abused dicklet on a leash. Fuck it. She rolls her window down, calling out through the downpour while pounding the steel drum of her driver's side.

"HEY BUDDY! I OVERHEARD YOU LOOKING FOR A DOG, THAT RIGHT? GOT A PICTURE I CAN SEE?"

C'mere, sissyslut.