You don’t just lose your money. You lose yourself.

He didn’t plan to end up here. He wandered in like they all do.. curious, cautious, already halfway Mine.

A polite little L$1,000 dropped at My feet. “Hope You smile the tiniest bit.”
I didn’t smile. I don’t smile for crumbs. Another thousand. Then another. Each one like a nervous knock on My door.
Then he dared to ask: “And now I just wait and hope, Miss Olivia?”
My answer cut him open: “Yes… and pay more of course… like a good piece of shit does. Huh? Pathetic fag.”

That was the first crack.