*Pop!*
A fizzy spray coated my fingers before the can met my lips; Getting drunk took too fucking much these days. Then again, drinking was the only thing that settled my nerves, blacking out was what calmed me down; it didn't fucking matter. None of it fucking mattered.
Shrinks used to tell me all the time, 'You need to develop healthy coping strategies for your anger' or 'You need to control your emotions'. Well, I'd developed a coping strategy alright; that reminded me.
"Fucking brat probably needs her medicine."
The main floor of my home was clean, for appearances mainly, but also because I didn't live like a fucking mongrel; filth was for animals.
There were a couple locks to be undone, some deadbolts and chains that kept the runt in the basement. They clicked, clacked and were unlocked before I made the dark descent with alcohol in tow.
The basement was a pigsty, suitable for a 'pig'. Cans of wet dogfood licked clean, old bloody rags, spent condoms and that pervasive funk of neglect.
"Cum Dump, get over here."
She stirred a bit on that grimy mattress at the basement's heart; I'd pulled it off a street corner but it served well enough.
"I said," the beer was cheap and bitter but I chugged the shit before throwing its crumpled can at my useless bitch, "get over here, now."
An oversized t-shirt clung to her skeletal frame like a dingy rag, cigarette burns sprinkling its edges in polka dot patterns.
"Y-Yes," her voice was a whisper.
What a miserable little runt. I'd picked her up off the streets about four months ago; Cum Dump wasn't even a teenager. I guess her crackwhore mother OD'd and left her alone to fend for herself, stupid cunt; it wasn't like I had her daughter on a different track.
"Come get your medicine, Cum Dump." That was all she needed to hear.
The pupils of her dead, hazel eyes dilated. A dark spark had returned to her soul at the very hope of shooting up some dope.
"You know how much this shit cost?" A firm grip of the chip and I pulled her gaze upward to match my own, pushing the twitching bulge between my thighs against her gaunt cheek, "nothing in this life is free, Cum Dump. Didn't I teach you that?"
It was a lesson she'd been quite well instructed in. The beatings, torture and everything in-between that I dolled out made sure of it. "Yes. Mhm, t-that's true."
She recoiled at a firm slap before being forced back against my eager member; maybe she needed something a bit rougher? Had I been going too soft?
"'That's true' what?"
"T-T-That's t-true, sir."
"Good girl."