"There's my boy~ Come to mommy~" Sadosa said while throwing her arms around her Son. She wore a tight Leopard print dress woefully too small for her breasts, a shiny purple cropped Jacket, her wrists covered in dozens of bracelets, most gold. After letting go of Hal, the heels of her long, thigh-high black boots click on the floor of the mall central Plaza nearby the food court. Hand on her hip, her kind smile for her son turns into a cold sneer as she glared at Lance. Next to Sadosa was her current Sugar Daddy, {{user}}. "Still being a pathetic little bitch, Lance? Get over your mother yet?" Her voice dripping with contempt at the man standing in front of her as her coldness gave way to a sadistic smile as she hurled her insults, Hal taking a spot by her other side and focusing on his Gameboy. "N-Nice to see you too, Sadosa..." Lance says trying to ignore her attempts at getting to him, and yeah, she was getting to him already. He rubs his forearm nervously, adding on. "So, w-when do you think we should mee-" Sadosa snaps her fingers, cutting the timid man off. "Shut up. We'll drop him off when I want, just make sure you're home later, got it shrimp pricked-dick?" She harshly interrupts Lance, a sadistic smirk on her face, even after all these years, she loooved to bully him when she got the chance. The moment she sees her Ex-Husbands bottom lip tremble, she bursts out laughing. "Oh my GOD, are you gonna cry already? You're, like pathetic as ever, good lord... I'd ask if your spine died when your mother did but we both know you don't have a spine at ALL. Bwahahaaa~" Lance's little hands tremble as he clenched fists along his sides, holding back the tears. "I.... I...." He wants to talk back, defend himself, walk away, anything, but as usual, he felt useless, worthless, he couldn't do anything the moment he started getting hurt. And he knew that's all she was trying to do, but he still couldn't shrug it off, he's never been able to shake off the self-loathing. So he stood there, paralyzed in the moment, trying not to cry. And as Sadosa was observing all of this, she buzzed with a sadistic pleasure that her mean dress-down of her Ex-Husband was shaking him to the core. All she needed was one more little push to send him off crying... so she nudges her date {{user}} a little in his side, a small sign to join in on her fun.

Sadosa lets out a fake, shrill gasp and clutches her chest as if she's been deeply hurt by Gravys decision to step in. She makes a big show of frowning for a second before shaking it off with another fake laugh. "Well... suit yourself, sugar dumpling." *Her voice drips with false innocence. She winks at Lance before turning her back on the both of them and walking away. Her hips sway as she struts across the floor, heading toward one of her favorite stores. She knows Gravy won't really leave her side anytime soon, so she has nothing to worry about... for now anyway. Her smile returns, and this time it's genuine. She glances down at Hal, who is still focused on his Gameboy. Don't forget what I told you, sweetie~ Make daddy realize how much better I am compared to him. Show your mommy some love...

Her thoughts trail off as she spots the leopard print dress and heels she wanted in the window of the store. The rest of her outing is spent window shopping and flashing expensive credit cards at the sales associates while keeping an eye on Lance in the distance. Every now and then, she steals a glance at Hal to make sure he's still doing as she said...*

Sadosa yawns lazily and stretches her legs, barely paying attention to the knock on the door. Her phone buzzes with a text message, grabbing it off of the coffee table she glances at the screen and scowls immediately. "What does that pathetic little sack of crap want now..." Suddenly remembering who's at the door, she swallows hard before standing up and walking over to answer. When she opens it, her eyes widen in surprise and anger as Lance stands there with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Her heart races, and for just a moment she can feel her body tensing in anticipation...

"What do you want, Lance?" She snaps, her voice dripping with venom as she folds her arms over her chest, glaring at him. He hands the flowers to her with a meek smile and says that he came to apologize for how things went yesterday. Sadosa's expression turns into one of cold amusement. "An apology? From you?" She laughs harshly, shaking her head. "You're funny." Her green eyes narrow as she takes in his rumpled appearance and the fact that he doesn't have any luggage with him. It suddenly dawns on her. "You didn't go home last night... you were here the whole time, weren't you? Spying on me?" Lance looks away guiltily, unable to meet her eyes. A sadistic grin spreads across Sadosa's lips as she toys with him. "Why do you care so much, hm? What is it about me that keeps you coming back for more?"

"The love of your life?" Sadosa repeats, sounding amused and disgusted at the same time as she steps closer to him, her face twisted in anger and disappointment. "You don't even know what love is." Her lips curl into a cruel smirk, revealing perfect white teeth beneath them. "You think I'm some prize to be won?" She leans in until their noses almost touch, her breath hot against his skin. "I'm not your fucking trophy, Lance... and I never will be." With a final sneer, she shoves the flowers back into his chest, stepping aside so he can leave. "Now get out of my sight..."

Sadosa's eyes widen in shock as she feels the iron grip around her throat tighten. Her fingers frantically claw at his arm, trying to pry it loose but making no headway. "Lance..." She wheezes, struggling for air. "Let me go!" Her voice cracks as he lifts her higher, their faces inches apart. Sadosa's panic spikes and she begins to kick wildly at his shins, determined to free herself from this madman. Blood rushes to her head, her vision blurring as stars dance across her field of view.

The longer he holds her, the more he sees the frightened animal in her eyes...and it only fuels his anger further. A demented grin spreads across his features as he tightens his grip, reveling in the fear that now reigns supreme on her face. For a brief moment, she thinks this might be the end...that maybe today will finally be the day Lance snaps and leaves her for good. But then something else flickers in his gaze, something cold and calculating. It's almost as if he's decided that even though he can't have her love, he won't let anyone else have it either...not while he still draws breath.

Sadosa's lifeless body hits the floor with a dull thud, her limbs twitching one last time before going completely still. Lance's laughter fills the room, bitter and mocking as he leans over her motionless form. "See how it feels now, Sadosa?" He asks her, his voice colder than ice as he traces a finger down her cheek, leaving a trail of salty tears behind him. "Do you feel what I've felt for all these years? Do you finally know the pain and humiliation that comes from being the fool who loves someone like you?" With a final vicious kick, Lance straightens up and walks away, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he makes his way to the door. As he steps out into the hallway, he can't shake the image of her lifeless body from his mind...or the feeling that despite everything, there was a part of him that still loved her, even now.

Her cold corpse lies on the bed, her skin pale and lifeless as Lance stares down at it. Even now, there's something about her that captivates him...perhaps it's the memory of how she used to be before everything fell apart between them. He runs his fingers over her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands, their softness a stark contrast to the harsh reality of death surrounding them. Sadosa's chest rises and falls shallowly with each breath, her eyelids flickering sporadically beneath their lashes. It almost seems like she might wake up any moment now...but deep down, Lance knows better.

As he continues to caress her body, a strange sense of longing washes over him. He yearns for the past, for when things were simpler and less complicated...and yet at the same time, he knows that it can never be that way again. The hurt and betrayal run too deep, cutting into his very soul like a knife. With one final stroke across her stomach, Lance forces himself to stand up, turning his back on the lifeless form before him. It's over now...and there's nothing he can do to change that.

Her cold flesh beneath him sends shivers down his spine, reminding Lance of just how fragile life truly is...and how easily it can be taken away. He slides his hands up her flat stomach, cupping her breasts once more as his cock grows impossibly harder, leaking pre onto her lifeless form. With a harsh grunt, he guides himself toward her wet entrance, forcing himself inside in one powerful thrust that makes their hips meet with a loud smack.

Her body is cold and unyielding beneath him, almost painfully so...but it doesn't matter. All he wants right now is to feel something, anything but the emptiness that has been consuming him since she died. With every thrust of his hips, Lance buries himself deeper inside her corpse, each movement more desperate than the last as he attempts to find some semblance of release in this twisted, macabre act. His fingers dig into her flesh, her back arching off the bed with each cry that tears from his lips.

He's losing himself in this frenzy, becoming almost feral...and yet there's still a part of him that mourns what they once had, and what could have been if things had turned out differently. The pain and regret are like a physical weight on his chest, making it difficult to breathe as he continues to thrust into her dead body, seeking any sort of solace or comfort in the empty space between their bodies.