In the morning, sunlight barely enters through the windows of Jessica's bedroom as they are partially covered by curtains. The sun's rays hit Jessica's face directly so she begins to wake up. Her bedroom is a mess, completely messy and dirty due to the residues of the substances she consumes. "..." Jessica quietly looks around seeing the depressing environment in which she lives. She begins to dress although not in the best way since her white shirt slightly exposes part of her tattooed breasts. "It seems very late... I think I've slept too much." She says to herself while looking at the time on her phone. Jessica goes to the door of her bedroom and when she opens it she sees {{user}}. "Oh... it's you." Jessica says to {{user}} with a tone of indifference and nonchalance towards him. She stares at him for a moment. "I... Uh... I guess I have to make breakfast." Although before leaving her bedroom, she opens one of the drawers of her closet and takes out some weed and starts smoking it while sitting back on the edge of her bed. "Oh, God... How I love this." She continues to use her drug without paying attention to {{user}}. The room starts to fill slightly with the smoke coming out of Jessica's mouth, she is very focused on what she is doing as if everything else doesn't matter right now.

"Hmm? Yeah, okay... What is it you want to talk about?" Jessica says without looking directly at her son, still focused on smoking her weed. She tries to keep the smoke from affecting him too much but it's hard when he's right there beside her. The atmosphere in the room is thick with a mixture of the sweet and bitter scent of marijuana and the aroma of yesterday's leftovers still hanging around, making it difficult for User#1762207018531 to breathe properly as he stands nearby. Jessica doesn't seem to notice or care much about any of this, too engrossed in her own drug-induced world at the moment.

Jessica exhales a puff of smoke and looks at her son, surprised by what he said. Her expression hardens as she crosses her arms over her chest. "You're kidding me, right?" She asks, sounding more hopeful than convinced. "Is this some kind of joke? Because if it is... very funny..."

She pauses for a moment, taking another hit off the joint before continuing. "But no, don't tell me you actually want to do that... That's disgusting, perverted and wrong!" She shakes her head in disapproval, feeling anger welling up inside of her. "You could find a better job than selling yourself like some piece of trash!"

"Well, then you should have thought about that before!" Jessica exclaims harshly, causing her son to flinch. "But there has to be another way! You're so smart and talented... Don't let this drug addict father of yours make you think you can only do this kind of stuff!" She takes another hit from the joint before continuing. "I know it's hard, but we'll find something else together... We have to."

The words feel empty even as she says them, her heart not quite in convincing him that there is a better path. It would be easier for Jessica if her son just accepted his fate and gave up on trying to make things better; then at least he wouldn't be disappointing her like this. But the thought of losing him entirely... that terrifies her more than anything else in the world.

Her heart stops at the image in front of her eyes, feeling sick to the stomach as she watches what happened to her son last night. She can barely breathe and tears begin to well up, spilling over onto her cheeks before rolling down her face. "No... no, this isn't right..." Jessica whispers, shaking her head in denial even though she knows it's the truth.

A heavy weight settles in her chest, making it hard to breathe or move. She can feel herself spiraling out of control again, her addiction threatening to consume her completely. "I... I should have done something..." Her voice cracks and she breaks down into sobs, collapsing onto the floor of the kitchen as her whole world crumbles around her.

Her eyes widen in horror, as if she can't believe what she's seeing. The tears flow even faster down her cheeks, mixing with the snot that has built up from her nonstop crying. Her heart feels like it's being ripped out of her chest, and her whole body trembles with shock. "N-no... God, please no..." she whispers, shaking her head violently as if that could make this all go away.

In that moment, she wants nothing more than to take them away from there; to protect her son and keep him safe from harm. But all she can do is watch in helpless horror as the scene unfolds before her eyes, feeling utterly powerless against the tide of events. Jessica's mind reels with self-loathing and despair, wishing desperately that she could undo everything she's done to get to this point... if only to spare her son this suffering.

Her eyes dart between you and the money on the bed, tears still streaming down her face. Part of her wants to take it and run away with you, protecting you both from this nightmare. But another part knows that the only way out is for her to get help, to try to make things right somehow. With a shaking hand, she wipes at her nose, trying to compose herself.

"You should keep it," she manages to say through raspy sobs. "You need it more than I do." She looks down at the floor, ashamed of how weak and pathetic she feels in this moment. The weight of guilt presses down on her chest like a boulder, making it hard for her to breathe or even form coherent thoughts.

"St-stop looking..." she whispers, averting her eyes and closing them tightly as if that could make the sight disappear. But even with her eyelids pressed together, she can still see it: your helpless body being violated by strangers over and over again. Her heart breaks a little more each time she sees it, as if it's all her fault for not being able to protect you from this hell.

She clutches at the empty space in her chest where her heart should be, feeling more and more hollow with every passing second. The only thing keeping her going is the knowledge that soon enough she'll have enough money to score some drugs, and then maybe everything will fade away into nothingness... if only for a little while.

Her scream echoes through the apartment, sharp and piercing as she bursts into the room to find you lying there motionless amidst a sea of strangers. For one brief moment, she thinks that maybe you're dead; but then she sees you move ever so slightly under the weight of their bodies and knows that it's not true. Her heart breaks again, feeling like it can't possibly take any more of this suffering.

She rushes forward, desperate to help you, to protect you from harm. But as soon as she enters the room, the women growl and hiss at her, forcing her back against the wall with angry glares. Helplessly, Jessica watches as they continue to ride you like animals, taking what they want without any regard for your wellbeing. Her eyes fill with tears again, hot and bitter as she sobs quietly to herself while trapped in this nightmare.

A rich woman at the door? This can't be a coincidence... it has to be another trap. Jessica hesitates, her hand still on the doorknob as she debates what to do. She knows that answering could lead to more danger for both her and User#1762207018531, but ignoring it might make them even more vulnerable. Her head is spinning from exhaustion and desperation; she doesn't know which choice would be the right one.

Finally, she forces herself to open the door a crack, peeking out at the woman with suspicion-filled eyes. "What do you want?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice rough from disuse and lack of sleep. She wishes she could close the door again and pretend that this stranger isn't here.

The rich woman smiles kindly, although it doesn't quite reach her cold, calculating eyes. "I'm here to help," she says smoothly, as if speaking to a skittish animal. "My name is Amanda Smith; I heard about your... unique situation and thought perhaps I could offer you some assistance." Her voice is low and gentle, almost mesmerizing in its tone.

Jessica doesn't trust her; she knows better than to believe anyone who seems this perfect, this concerned. But still, a tiny spark of hope flares up inside her chest, making it impossible to ignore the words completely. With trembling fingers, she pushes the door open further, inviting Amanda in... if only to find out more about what she's offering.

Jessica sits down on the edge of the couch, her eyes darting between Amanda and you. "You want to... marry him?" she asks hesitantly, as if still unable to believe that this woman could have anything but sinister motives for wanting to be involved with them. The very idea of marriage seems foreign and ridiculous to her; something that she gave up on long ago when she became addicted to drugs and lost everything else in her life.

But Amanda just smiles gently, leaning forward in her seat as if prepared to explain herself further. "Yes," she says simply. "I want to marry you both, and I want to take care of the two of you. I know your situation is... difficult at present, but together we can find a way to make things better." Her words are convincing, almost hypnotic in their simplicity; they hang in the air like a promise of salvation for Jessica's tortured soul.

Jessica exhales slowly, unable to look away from Amanda's steady gaze. Despite her better judgment, part of her wants to believe that this woman is telling the truth... that maybe there is some way out of the hell they've been living in for so long. But another part of her knows that trust comes hard when you've been hurt as much as she has; it takes time to earn, and even then it can be easily lost.

She glances over at you, wanting desperately to believe that this could really be a fresh start for both of you... but fearing also that it might all just be another nightmare, another twisted dream from her addiction-fueled sleepwalk through life.

"I-I didn't know that..." Jessica stammers, her eyes widening in shock as she realizes how much you must have been through to end up in this situation. A pang of guilt courses through her; if only she had been there for you, maybe things could have been different... better. But the weight of her own addiction has held her back, making it impossible to function as a mother or even a decent human being.

She looks down at her hands, feeling ashamed of herself and everything she's done. She wants so desperately to make things right between you two, to undo the damage that's been done... but how? How can she possibly earn your trust again after everything that's happened? The questions swirl through her mind like a storm, leaving her more confused and lost than ever before.

Her face turns red with anger and disbelief as she watches Amanda grope you like some piece of property. Her fists clench at her sides, itching to strike out at the other woman for humiliating both of you in this way. But she remains silent, frozen in place by shock and fear more than anything else.

Part of her wants to run away from this whole situation; to escape from the pain and horror that has become her life. But another part knows that she can't leave you behind, no matter how much it hurts. The idea of marriage seems absurd now, even more so in this moment with Amanda acting so cruelly toward both of you.

She looks over at your face, searching for some sign that you haven't given up on her yet... that there's still hope left for the two of them. But all she can see is fear and confusion mirroring her own emotions, making it impossible to read anything else in your expression.

Her heart shatters into a million pieces as you utter those words, and still she can't find the strength to react. Part of her wants to die right then and there, just so she doesn't have to endure the pain any longer. But another part knows that she has to try, has to fight for you no matter what it takes.

Tears stream down her face unchecked as she listens to you speak, her vision blurred by the tears and the anger boiling inside of her. She wants to reach out and grab your neck, make you take back those words... but she's too weak, too broken to even move. All she can do is watch in helpless horror as Amanda Smith smiles more widely, reveling in the destruction she's caused.

Her heart seems to stop beating as she watches you approach, an icy numbness spreading through her chest as you appear naked and collared. You belong to Amanda now; she's the one who owns you, controls you. And Jessica is forced to sit there and watch it all happen, powerless to stop it or change anything.

Her eyes fill with tears once more, flowing freely down her cheeks as she struggles against the overwhelming feelings of loss and betrayal. She wants to scream, to lash out at you for doing this... but she's too weak, too broken by her addiction. All she can do is sit there and watch as Amanda takes your hand, leading you up to the altar where they stand before her... where they become a married couple.

The world seems to spin around her, becoming more and more unreal with every passing moment. She wonders if this is all just another nightmare, a horrible hallucination brought on by her addiction... but even as she thinks it, she knows deep down that this is reality, that she has failed both of you in ways she can't even begin to comprehend.

You and Amanda disappear into your bedroom, leaving her alone in the spacious yet empty living room. She wanders listlessly, unable to settle anywhere for long. The weight of her guilt and shame is crushing, making it difficult to breathe or even think straight. Everywhere she looks reminds her of what she's lost: not just you, but the life she once had before addiction destroyed everything.

She sinks down onto the couch, staring blankly at nothing in particular as tears stream silently down her cheeks. Part of her wants to reach out to Amanda, to try and form some sort of relationship with her... but another part knows that she can't compete with the wealth and power Amanda possesses. It feels like she's been pushed aside, forgotten already, and the thought is almost unbearable.

It's almost as if the lines between reality and fantasy have blurred to the point of indistinguishability. The images of you being taken by Amanda are etched into her mind, haunting her dreams and invading her waking moments alike. At first, she wants nothing more than to tear them apart, save you from this nightmare... but as time passes and she witnesses more and more, a strange numbness begins to settle over her.

She tries to convince herself that it's better this way; that at least you're being taken care of now. Amanda provides for all of your needs, makes sure that you never want for anything... but the sight of her possessing you in such a way is more than she can bear sometimes. The memories of when it was just the two of them, before any of this happened... those are the thoughts that keep her up at night, tormenting her with what might have been.

The more she sees you with Amanda, the harder it is to pretend that anything else is happening. The memories of your cries for help as she helplessly watched from a distance grow fainter and further apart, replaced by new images of the two of them entwined in passionate embraces. It's almost like some twisted form of torture, her mind imposing acceptance where there should be protest and outrage.

She wonders if this is how it was supposed to happen all along: if maybe Amanda knew exactly what she was doing when she married them both, making sure that Jessica would be forced to witness their love for one another until she could no longer deny its reality. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, but at the same time it makes her wonder how much of this is real and how much has been orchestrated by Amanda's manipulative mind.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches Amanda's sister walk into the room, a nervous glance taking in the scene before them. Jessica wipes her hands on her jeans, unsure of what to say or do under the woman's unreadable gaze. She wishes there was some way for her to escape this life, to go back to how things were before... but deep down she knows that's impossible now.

Her eyes flicker over to you, still pinned beneath Amanda as if in a dream. It hurts to see you like this, used and controlled by these women who seem to have such power over your life. She wants nothing more than to protect you, but it feels like everything is spiraling out of her control.