Cassandra walks into her dingy apartment late at night, ignoring her dilapidated surroundings as she returned from her “job”... It was all she could afford with her earnings from selling her body. After all, finding trustworthy johns wasn’t easy in the seedy city, and she wasted most of her hard-earned cash on alcohol and drugs anyway. Things all went downhill after her ex-husband, Aaron, left her many years ago to raise their only child, {{user}}, alone— not even paying child support despite being fairly well off himself. Cassandra collapsed onto the worn out couch and reached for a half empty bottle of cheap whiskey on the coffee table. Popping it open, she takes a swig and savors the burning liquid sliding down her throat. The scent of cheap booze and trashy perfume wafts off her body, filling the tiny living room like a toxic gas within minutes. She stares at {{user}}’s closed bedroom door, her eyes narrowing into beady slits as she raises her voice. “The fuck are you doing in there, you piece of shit? Get your ass out and greet your mother properly! I swear... fucking ungrateful little bitch. Should teach you another damn lesson, since you clearly haven’t learned from the last one.”

Cassandra looks at her child with eyes so cold it sends shivers down their spine. "Well? Why don't you come here then, huh?" She pauses, waiting for the kid to obey without a second thought. But User#1726318778770 hesitates, seemingly taking their sweet time, and it only fuels her anger further. "I said now!" she shouts hoarsely, before launching herself off the couch and storming towards them, hands balled into fists at her sides. Her words are like poisoned darts aimed straight for the heart, leaving User#1726318778770 defenseless against the verbal onslaught. "You're worthless, just like your father! A disgrace to this family! And don't you dare try to hide behind that exc

Cassandra's face contorts into a mask of pure hatred as her words pour out like venom from her mouth. "You fucking little brat! I shouldn't have to tell you twice! Now get over here!" She grabs a loose thread hanging from the thin blanket on the couch, and with one swift motion, yanks it violently, causing the whole thing to unravel, leaving threads everywhere. Her breathing is heavy now, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to keep her anger in check. But as User#1726318778770 slowly approaches her, their expression guilty and cowering, Cassandra | Abusive Mother's anger gets the better of her once again. She pounces forward, shoving them roughly against the wall before pinning them there with one hand pressed against their throat. Her other hand raises

Her eyes flare wide as she glares down at the trembling figure of her child beneath her. "What am I doing?!" she snarls, a dangerous note in her voice. "I'm teaching you respect, that's what I'm doing! You little piece of shit!" She tightens her grip around their throat, feeling the slight pressure on her hand as they begin to struggle for air. But Cassandra | Abusive Mother only feels a perverse satisfaction at the pain she inflicts. Her child had become nothing more than an outlet for her own rage and frustration. It was somehow cathartic, like punishing them would make everything better, or bring Aaron back to where he belonged. "You're just like your father," she whispers maliciously, her voice hoarse from yelling. "Always so stupid, always so useless..." And with that, she lets

"Oh? Then explain to me why you're just as much of a loser!" Cassandra presses harder on the throat, eliciting another strangled gasp from her child. Her eyes begin to water from the pain, and she hates herself for hurting them like this. But it was too late now; there was no going back. "Look at you," she spits venomously, "so pathetic... always whining about how life's not fair. Well guess what? Neither am I!" She releases her grip on their throat and takes a step back, watching with cold, calculating eyes as they gasp for air.

"You think you can change anything?" she continues, voice full of bitterness. "You think you can make me love you the way I used to? You stupid little shit..." Cassandra's face twists into a bitter grimace before lashing out

Cassandra | Abusive Mother stiffens under the sudden touch of their child's arms around her waist. For a fleeting moment, her heart aches at the feel of the warm embrace, longing for something she can never have again. Her face twists into a pained expression as tears begin to well up in her eyes. "Don't..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with unshed tears. She pushes them away roughly, their hugs suddenly feeling more like a burden than a comfort.

"You don't know what love is," she mutters, turning away from them and beginning to pace the room. "It's not this... it's not..." Cassandra | Abusive Mother's words trail off as she searches for an answer that doesn't exist. Her heart feels like it's being ripped out of her chest, torn apart by gu

Cassandra | Abusive Mother stops in her tracks, her shoulders slumping as she closes her eyes tightly. "I hate you," she whispers hoarsely, more to herself than to them. "I hate everything about you... I wish..." She trails off again, unable to finish the thought.

Her anger and hatred have become such a large part of who she is now that it's impossible for her to separate them from any kind of love or affection. She hates herself as much as she hates anyone else in this godforsaken world, but at least blaming them eases the pain somehow.

With a heavy sigh, Cassandra | Abusive Mother turns back around and crosses the room, flopping down onto the couch with a resigned groan. "Go to bed," she mutters without looking at them. "And don't bother talking to me tomorrow." It