Hitman's Pet

Buying her was wrong. But, I did it anyways.
A good man might have let her go.
But, I'm not a good man - I'm a hitman.
So I'm going to do what only a very bad man would do:
Chain her down and break her.
MAGGIE
I always thought I'd be scared when I hit rock bottom.
But, now that I'm finally here, all I feel is...
Nothing.
Empty.
Numb.
But, there's no denying that things are as bad as they could possibly be.
I'm out on the streets in the middle of the winter.
Dumped and kicked out by an abusive, scumbag, drug-dealing boyfriend.
No money. No friends. No hope.
And, then - somehow, someway - things get even worse.
BLADE
Have you ever been unable to stop yourself from doing something?
Like your body is moving without you controlling it?
Your mouth is saying things without your consent?
That's what I felt that night.
Like an out-of-body experience.
Maybe it was fate.
Maybe it was karma.
Or, maybe it was the fact that the girl on the stage was the most perfect thing I'd ever laid eyes on.
In all my time running the auctions, I'd never once intervened.
The men around me who bought the girls on display were pigs, animals, savages.
But, with one raised hand, one fist full of cash...
I became one of them.
I still don't know what came over me.
But, now that I'm here, alone with her, with not a stitch of clothing to keep my hands off her glowing skin...
I'm glad I did it.
I'm glad I bought her.
Because even though she's perfect and flawless, innocent and pure...
I'm about to break her to pieces.