Then her voice drops.Soft.Dangerous.“And now Dad’s changing your name?I can’t let you carry the Schmidt name and pretend to be my brother when you look like some filthy pig.”
Her breath shakes, but her smile curves back slowly—thin, twisted, almost peaceful.“So relax, Alan.Enjoy tonight.Think of it as your initiation into the Schmidt family.”
Then she turns to Chris, and they kiss.
That night, I watch a real-life porn scene unfold right in front of me.I hate myself because I can’t say I don’t like it.My body betrays me.Even my cock won’t lie—it reacts, joins in, becomes their plaything.
From that night on, my days blur together.Amy and Chris become my wardens.They rebuild me from the inside out, molding me like clay until I’m exactly how Amy wants.
Goodbye, Clark Thomson.
* * *
Alan
June, 2023
Everything might pass in the blink of an eye for others, but not for me.I spend four long years at the same university as Amy and Chris.Those years are torture stretched into eternity.They make me their sexual slave, and it changes me completely.Psychologically and physically, I’m no longer Clark Thomson.
How can someone twist another person so much they lose their whole identity?I used to love food, but Amy forces me to eat clean.Now I weigh every calorie like it’s a sin.I used to watch cartoons while snacking, but Amy turns that into gym time.Now I’m addicted to working out, sculpting my body until it fits her idea of perfection.
Maybe it’s better this way.Maybe that’s what I need, even if I have to bleed for it.It’s what transforms me into someone people finally notice.Someone who matters.
I walk toward the altar.A small box holding a gold ring sits in my tuxedo pocket.As I step along the red carpet, heads turn.Women’s mouths part.Their eyes linger.Their cheeks flush when mine meet theirs for a second.
Look at me.I’m Alan Schmidt, the charismatic one.
When the music starts, Amy appears at the door, dragging her feet to the rhythm of a string quintet.She’s in a luxurious white wedding dress by a famous designer, holding a perfect bouquet filled with red roses, pink hydrangeas, and baby’s breath.Amy Schmidt glows with joy, looking every inch the fairy-tale princess girls dream about.
Well, people, you’re all fooled by that demon.
I smile as she stops in front of the altar.Mr.Schmidt lets go of Amy’s hand with shaky steps.Amy forces him to walk her down the aisle, even though since his stroke last year, it’s the one thing he can barely do.
But for Amy, everything has to be perfect.If nobody recognized Mr.Schmidt, she’d probably hire a more handsome older man just to make women envy her sugar-daddy fantasy.
It’s a mess.But after years of living under Amy’s rule, I’ve learned to tolerate everything she asks for.Better that than ending up tied naked in a public park again.That was the punishment I got when I once refused to do her college assignments, after she nearly drowned me in whiskey.
The pastor gives a short speech, then moves on to the vows.Amy and her husband exchange promises that sound beautiful but ring hollow.I know Amy too well to believe a word she says.
“Now you are husband and wife,” the pastor declares.“You may exchange the rings.”
I step forward and do my part.I reach into my pocket, pull out the velvet box, and open it to reveal two gold rings, one crowned with a massive diamond.
Amy’s husband, the senator, is twenty years older than her.It’s his third marriage, but Amy’s first.Our father never agreed to it, but he didn’t have the strength to fight my mother or Amy.
Money—no, wealth and power—are all that matter to them.Turns out those women have the same spirit inside their souls.Dad has nothing left, not with his hotel chain getting closer to bankruptcy and debts crushing us.
So here we are, kissing the old man’s ass with polite smiles and Amy’s fake bombshell charm.
The church fills with applause as Amy slips the ring on her husband’s finger.I clap too, because that’s what I’m supposed to do.Everyone cheers.Everyone except Chris.
He sits there, eyes burning, glaring at Amy and her new husband.I can’t blame him.He’s the one who lost everything in business.One company after another, burning all his daddy’s money until nothing is left but dull clothes and leftover food in his fridge.
At least Amy still keeps him around for her pleasure.Oh yeah, he knows how to give her all the satisfaction she needs in the world.And somehow, they love each other.It’s pathetic.And it’s sad.
16
Pitching
