Chapter 60, Rough Punishment Treatment
After William rushed to cuddle his
true love, his abandonment of me to fend for myself, my being trapped behind
her car, his ignoring me as he moved it resulted in an identity crisis which
swept over my perception of who I was.
My comparing him to a potato chip lover failed to cure hurt pride. His lover's shoe was a poisoned dart. Its physical shoulder pain, where it hit, shifted to my heart and mind. Her "Bitch, Fucking Whore", curse echoed within. It all raised the question.
Does anyone love me?
Hubby was attracted to me because I was the innocent, young
but exotic Oriental girl next door, inscrutable as he often said. Once married
he wanted to trade me, a sex chip to bargain with for his swinging. Now he’s in
love with his business.
Gary? How many girls did he take to Alviso? He was too
clever and adept. He brought enough girls to know the time the train came. I
wasn’t his different, mysterious, beautiful girl, just his next seduction which
Edward changed me, changed me into his Asian fetish sex doll. He only loved his doll creation which he decorated to his sexual whims to play games with. Finding another, he ignored my email birthday greeting. I was his discarded Christmas tree. His true love was his profession and dolls he created.
Enrico was a turf raider, me his conquest of Asia. He wanted to invade and leave his mark on my husband's property. I was just a piece of ass, rustled and re-branded with his 8 inch branding iron. His pleas when I left, just attempts to be able to dump me first.
Daryl was interested in art, my body art, not me. We were never close, never talked about love.
His love was pot and friends. I wasn’t even worthy of jealousy. He left
untroubled for a pot smoker, surprised I even cared.
Elliot wanted me as a trophy to hang on his seduction pad wall, the Asian doe. He got confused in his quest, unsure he tried to capture me alive with his marriage proposal, probably to set me free as soon as I agreed. Unable to capture me he reverted to his regular prey, unperturbed. The marriage proposal was a sham to make me another of his hens, like others in his flock, clucking if selected for his booty call. Afterwards he only called to get my things out of the apartment as he cleaned out the nest for another.
William wanted me simply as weekly sex relief, an easy lay, no commitment, abandoned without a thought when caught, just his discarded Oriental whore.
They wanted sex, not me, like Mom in Hawaii they were white men who sexed me, the Asian whore.