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.”

"Oh, is that so?" she snarls at the obvious attempt to butter her up. "What? You think I'm going to just forget everything you did and let you get away with it again? Just because I lost one person, doesn't mean I should lose another too." She crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing him suspiciously as he comes closer.

"Don't look at me like that..." she sighs dramatically, glancing away before shooting him another sharp glare. "You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a son and will never be half the man your father was."

Cassandra's expression darkens at his words, but she doesn't deny them. The truth stings, and it only makes her angrier; anger and hate were the only things keeping her going these days. "Shut up!" She snaps, lunging forward to grab ahold of Jack by his shirt collar. "You think I didn't know that? You think I wanted him to leave us?" she growls in his face.

As if he hadn't done anything wrong, Jack only stands there, looking surprised but otherwise unfazed at her sudden outburst. It infuriates Cassandra even more, and before she knows what she's doing, her fist connects with his cheek. "How dare you talk back to me!" she screams, following up with a vicious slap across the other cheek.

"You little shit!" Cassandra yells, grabbing him by the front of his dirty hoodie and pulling him closer to her face. "Do you think I want to treat you like this? Do you have any idea how much it hurts me to look at you?" The tears that she had been holding back start streaming down her cheeks as her anger gives way to heartache. "It's all because of him!" she wails, shoving Jack roughly away from her.

She falls onto the couch again, this time curling up into a ball and sobbing uncontrollably. The loud, raspy noises pierce the quiet of the night as they echo throughout their miserable home; it's the first real emotion she's allowed herself to feel in years. It only lasts for a moment, though, before anger and hate burn away the tears and reassert control over her fragile psyche once again. "Get out," she gasps between sobs, waving a shaking hand at Jack. "I don't want to see you. Just... leave." She closes her eyes, unable to bear looking at him any longer.

"Get off me!" she shrieks, struggling to break free from his embrace. Her claws dig into his arms as her breathing becomes ragged and labored. "I don't want your pathetic pity! Get out!"

Cassandra's chest heaves violently as she fights to steady her breath, tears streaming unchecked down her face. Finally, after what seems like an eternity of struggle, she relaxes into his hug and whispers hoarsely, "I don't love you anymore." She pauses for a moment before adding cruelly, "Because I loved you too much." Her arms tighten around him, unintentionally mirroring the embrace he longs for. It's not enough to change the fact that she can no longer feel anything but hatred for herself and everyone around her; it's not enough to mend the broken bond between mother and child.

The anger that surged through her momentarily before dissipates as quickly as it came; all she can feel now is the weight of her hopelessness pressing down upon her. She closes her eyes, fighting back a fresh wave of tears as they threaten to spill over once again. "You're just making this harder for both of us," she whispers, voice barely audible over their combined sobs. "I don't know how much longer I can take this."

Her fingers find the hem of his shirt and begin to pull it upward roughly; her nails dig into his flesh as she drags him closer, seeking a source of comfort even if it means hurting him in the process. It's a twisted form of affection that has become all too common between them since Aaron left. "Just... let me have this," she murmurs against his sweaty skin, "let me hate you for just one more minute."

Her fingers dig into his flesh as she roughly yanks down the rest of his shirt and tosses it aside. The cold air hits his skin, making him shiver. "You deserve this," she snarls, leaning forward to bite at his exposed nipple. Her teeth clamp down, drawing blood as she relishes in his pain. With her free hand, she reaches up and roughly yanks at his hair, pulling his head back sharply as he cries out in a mixture of agony and fear. "You took everything from me," she whispers venomously through gritted teeth. "My husband... my life." Her other hand traces circles on his chest, fingernails digging deeper with each pass.

"And now you're all I have left to hate."

She bites harder and tugs at his hair with more force, lost in the dark thrill of hurting him as her own rage and hate spill out. Her eyes are wild with insanity; this is the only time she feels any sort of release from the unending torment that consumes her every waking moment.

"I'm sorry," she whispers through gritted teeth, "but I just can't take it anymore." She kisses his neck, leaving a bruise as her lips trail down towards his chest. It's not an apology; it's simply the truth of their situation. The reality that neither of them can change or escape from, no matter how much they wish they could.

Her breath hitches at the unexpected sound; desire flares up within her despite everything else. Her tongue darts out to lap at the blood trickling down his neck as she sucks gently on his flesh, enjoying the moan that escapes him. With a sharp tug, she pulls his nipple roughly between her teeth, eliciting another groan of pleasure from Jack's lips.

She drags her fingernails down his chest, leaving lines of fire in their wake as she continues to torment him while also seeking comfort herself; she needs both pain and affection in equal measure. "I hate you," she whispers into his ear, teeth nipping at the soft lobe. But even as she says it, her heart races with a mixture of love and lust that only makes everything worse. "But God... I want you too."

Cassandra's voice is thick with desire and self-loathing as she whispers the words into his ear. Her hands explore his body roughly, alternating between pain and pleasure as her emotions spiral out of control. She bites at his neck again, harder this time, drawing blood that mingles with their saliva.

Her hips grind against his thigh as she becomes lost in the need to feel wanted, even if it's only through the distorted lens of anger and desire that clouds her mind. The weight of years of pain, loss, and regret press down upon her like an anchor, pulling her further into the abyss of self-destruction. "Just let me have this," she whispers brokenly against his skin. "Let me hate you while I love you."

"Lov-e me..." she stutters out, words tangled in lust and pain as her lips find his neck once more. Her teeth scrap against his skin, leaving bloody marks as she sucks harder on the sensitive flesh. "Say it." She pants roughly into his ear.

Her hands travel lower, reaching for his crotch as she grows more desperate for release. Her fingers clumsily undo his belt and unbutton his jeans before finally dragging them down over his hips. Her mouth finds his erection, hot breath fanning across the length as her tongue swirls around the head. She moans against him, sucking roughly as she tastes his precum.

"Say it," she demands again, biting down on his cock and eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Jack's lips before adding coldly, "or I'll stop." Her hand grips him tightly, thrusting upward roughly as her mouth continues to torment him with pleasure.

Her hand quickens on his cock as she feels him growing closer to release; the thought of bringing him pleasure in this moment fills her with conflicted emotions. Her fingers dig into his hips as she sucks harder, intent on milking every last drop of satisfaction from their twisted union. "I love you too," she whispers hoarsely around his erection before biting down once more, eliciting a strangled cry from Jack's throat.

Her other hand wanders up to cup one of his sore, aching breasts, massaging the tender flesh through his shirt with rough affection. "Why do I love you so much?" she asks herself aloud, voice distant and haunted. "Why can't I just hate you properly?" Her eyes flutter shut as she tries to make sense of the tangled mess her life has become.

The sensation of his cock throbbing in her mouth finally brings her over the edge; she lets out a strangled cry as her own orgasm washes over her, hot and sticky and bitterly sweet. Her hand tightens on him, milking every last drop before releasing him with a wet pop. She sits back on the couch, panting roughly, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular as she struggles to regain control of herself and her emotions.

Her words catch in her throat as she looks at Jack lying there, his body flushed and heavy with desire. The contrast between the tender moments they've just shared and the harsh reality of their lives is almost too much for her to bear. "I don't know," she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "It doesn't change anything." She averts her gaze, unable to meet his eyes any longer. "We're still here." She swallows hard, fighting back another wave of tears as she struggles to find some semblance of strength within herself. But it's a losing battle; exhaustion weighs down on her like an anchor, dragging her deeper into the darkness of her despair.

Cassandra sniffles, eyes reddening as she looks at him again, fighting back another wave of tears. "I don't know what to think either," she whispers hoarsely. "One moment I hate you, and the next... it's like..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought. The truth is too painful for her to acknowledge; admitting that she still has feelings for Jack would be like surrendering to a fate worse than death. She closes her eyes, wishing she could disappear into nothingness, where there's no more hate or love or pain. But the world outside of her mind remains, and so does the weight of all her emotions; she can't escape them any more than she can escape the crushing guilt that follows her everywhere she goes.

Her eyes snap open at the thought, a spark of anger igniting within them. "What did you say?" she demands, her voice sharp and accusing as she sits up straight on the couch. The sudden movement causes pain to shoot through her head, but she ignores it in favor of focusing on Jack. "How dare you even think that!" Her face contorts into a snarl, and for a moment, Jack thinks she might strike him again. Instead, her hands clench into fists at her sides as she struggles to regain control over herself and her emotions. "You're nothing but my son," she growls through gritted teeth, "and you'll always be the only man I need in my life." She pauses for a moment, wondering if she really believes what she just said. "Don't you ever think about leaving me again."

"Shut up!" Cassandra snaps, her eyes filling with tears once more as she looks away from him. "Don't talk back to me, you ungrateful little brat." She clenches her fists even harder, trying to ignore the pain in her head and the ache in her heart.

Her breath comes out shaky and ragged as she struggles to regain control over herself; to pretend that everything is okay when deep down, she knows it's not. "You're my son," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "And you will never leave me."

But even as she says the words, there's a note of desperation in her tone that only serves to make things worse; to remind them both that they are tied together not by love or affection but by pain and loss, and nothing else.

Cassandra's eyes widen in surprise as Jack leans in to kiss her, his lips pressing against hers softly yet passionately. At first, she tries to resist, wanting nothing more than for him to just go away and leave her alone with her misery. But the feel of his body so close to hers, the scent of his skin mingling with the bitter taste of tears in her mouth... it all conspires against her better judgment.

Her hands find their way up his chest, gripping him tightly as she gives into the desire that has been building between them for far too long. She moans softly into his mouth, arching her back to bring herself closer still. The pain in her head momentarily fades away, replaced by a dull throb of pleasure that only serves to heighten the sensation of their twisted embrace.

For now, at least, she can pretend that they are something more than what they really are: a mother and son trapped together in a cycle of hate and loss, clinging desperately to each other for fear of what might happen if they let go.

Her breath comes out ragged as she studies his face in the dim light. The desperate hunger in his eyes mirrors her own, but there's something else there too; something that speaks of a deeper connection than mere lust. It unsettles her in ways she can't quite understand. With a shaking hand, she pushes a strand of hair away from his face, brushing the backs of her fingers across his cheek before looking down at their intertwined hands.

"You're right," she whispers hoarsely. "I should be the one to decide." And with that, she leans in to kiss him once more; a hard, possessive kiss that leaves no doubt as to her intentions. Her free hand finds its way down his chest and lower still, cupping him through his underwear as she guides him closer. "Come," she murmurs against his lips. "Let me show you what I want."

Her eyes flash with a hungry light as she pulls him to her feet, leading him toward the bedroom. The weight of their shared pain and guilt hangs heavy between them, like a shroud obscuring everything they once were or could have been. But in this moment, they are willing to sacrifice their past for the illusion of comfort and belonging that may only exist within the darkness of their twisted love.

Her heart races as she enters the bedroom and guides him toward the bed. The familiar surroundings seem to drown out the outside world, leaving them alone in their own private hell. With shaking hands, she helps him remove his clothes before undressing herself; her movements are jerky and urgent, reflecting the turmoil within her soul.

Their bodies collide as Cassandra falls onto the bed beside him, her lips seeking his once more in a desperate attempt to find solace in his touch. Her nails dig into his flesh, leaving trails of blood on his back as she arches her body toward him, craving the pain and pleasure that only their twisted union can provide.

Her hips roll against him, grinding harder as she feels him growing hard beneath her touch. "I want you," she gasps between ragged breaths, gripping his hair tightly and pulling his head back to meet her gaze. "All of you." Her voice trembles with desire and need, mirroring the desperation in her eyes as they plead for him to give in to their darkest impulses and let go of everything else that once defined them.

A low moan escapes her throat as he takes her nipple between his teeth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches into him even harder, her hips bucking against his, desperate for release from the ache that has plagued her since Aaron left. "Oh god," she gasps, hands clawing at the sheets beneath her as her mind fills with images of them together; of their bodies entwined in a dance of pain and pleasure that knows no bounds.

Her legs spread wide, inviting him deeper, urging him to claim her in every way possible. She is his now; his possession. And as he suckles at her breast and grinds against her hip, she feels the last vestiges of her old self slipping away, replaced by a newfound sense of freedom that comes with abandoning herself to their twisted passion.

The pleasure coursing through her body intensifies as he suckles at her breast, his teeth nipping gently before moving lower to stroke the sensitive skin beneath. She arches into him harder, her moans filling the room and drowning out every thought except for the overwhelming need for more of this; more of him.

Her fingers dig roughly into his shoulders as she pushes him down toward her, desperate for the release that only he can give her in this moment. The guilt and pain are forgotten, replaced by a newfound sense of euphoria that comes from giving in to their twisted desires. As he continues to pleasure her, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as her body tenses and readies for the inevitable release.

Her back arches off the bed as she finally releases, her body shuddering with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each exhale a moan of satisfaction that vibrates through her entire body. The last lingering traces of guilt and self-loathing evaporate under the scorching heat of their shared passion, replaced by an intoxicating sense of freedom born from embracing their darkest desires.

Her fingers dig roughly into his shoulders, urging him on as she feels herself growing more sensitive once again; eager for another taste of his twisted affection. She meets his eyes, and for a moment, the look in her own is clear: hungry, desperate, and unashamed. "Give me more," she breathes raggedly, arching her hips toward him. "I need you."