Morgan had her hands clasped together between her legs, the pressure being her main focus to keep her from being vulnerable in front of the woman she feared the most in this world.

"I know that you think I don't like you being attracted to women, but the truth is that I don't like Scheherazade. I never have."  Rebecca chuckled with a sense of vindication. "You silly girl, I told you that you'd be back didn't I?"

"Yes ma'am." 

Morgan could feel her eyes dilate as she answered in her drone-like responsive state.

Rebecca was seated on the brushed velvet corduroy sofa in her vintage night dress. Her hair was poorly set in hair rollers that were disheveled from her overnight appointments. A cigarette was loosely hanging from her caked and stained lips. After hearing about  Morgan's arrival, and most awful recent events, she had set the coffee table with her most expensive and delicately preserved tea that she kept stored away for . . . "special occasions" . . . right away, Morgan could sense this was either a front to ask for a favor, or an attempt at making Morgan feel as though she was forgiven for leaving. 

With a bold "Humph!", Rebecca removed her cigarette and carefully lifted the pot and poured Morgan's cup, the cigarette balanced haphazardly between Rebecca's chipped acrylic, hovering over the cup as she cherry burned away at the contents. Rebecca's eyes glanced up at her as the corners of her lips curled upward.

"Well, it's a good thing you came back. I've got just the thing to cure your nonsensical ideas and help you recoup the money I lost after your little field-trip." 

Her thumb tapped the filter sending the grey ashes to the surface of the table. Morgan knew that consuming the drink would mean she was sure to be indebted to Rebecca in some way shape for or fashion.

Morgan couldn't shake the unease, but even if she had done so, it didn't stop the inevitable from happening.

Rebecca had gone through a lot trouble to make this happen, she made sure to remind Morgan every chance she got. She wasn't thrilled about the situation, but having been convinced there was nowhere to turn and nowhere to go, Morgan swallowed the hell injected into her. She never forgot the taste. Bitter and sticky like acid-laced taffy that was too warm and wasn't quite cured to the correct texture. If only the numbing cream had the power to strip the testbeds, or better yet, to corrode away the receptors altogether. She couldn't pretend anymore, her façade was failing her, she hated this barrage of emotions and the capacity at which they were emerging.

Desperate for air and mercy, Morgan's body began to lurch and recoil, the reality of it all forcing her to panic. Her tonsils started closing in, the more she retched the more constricting her throat became. Her tongue was desperate to find a space within her jaw so she wouldn't have to suffer the flavor any longer than she had to. Just as fast as the client removed himself, the stranger's hand crept over her lips. He applied a firm and unnecessary amount of pressure with his palm, nearly blocking her nasal passages as he sealed her lips to her teeth.

"You're not allowed to spit. That was part of the arrangement." 

"Drink!" Rebecca commanded from across the room.

Her voice boomed with a fury Morgan had never experienced before. Terrified of escalating her mother's rage, with all her might and desperate to keep her life, Morgan followed the command. The collective sounds of Rebecca's mocking and the unknown third person relishing in her discomfort and misery made her feel more naked and ashamed than she already was. Whimpering and terrified for her life, she forced the liquid mass down, and pleaded to be let go, her muffled cries vibrated against the strangers hand as he shushed her. Removing his hand and using his finger to wipe up any remnants of himself from her masked face.

"Aww, she's so cute when she begs." His tongue slithered across her cheek, and Morgan felt her blood run cold. Rebecca's laughs and applause of felt like the candles had been blown on a cake of utter humiliation.

"She's really good, you weren't kidding around." He expressed through disgustingly satisfied groans. 

Morgan felt like vomiting. Her only saving grace what that her eyes were still covered.

"I told you she's a natural, just like I trained her!" Rebecca's shoes clacked across the floor toward the two as she boasted.  "Once you train them, they never forget."

Rebecca yanked at the zip-tie around Morgan's wrists, forcing her to her feet and causing more pain for good measure. "Make sure you say 'Thank you", sweetie. Don't forget your manners." Rebecca spoke into Morgan's ear, spitting through her clenched teeth.

Morgan stood to her feet and fought the sorrow within her. She blubbered out a pathetic and miserable "Thank you."

Guiding her by the wrists, Rebecca walked Morgan out of the room and down the hall to her bedroom. Morgan could feel the air shift from humid, damp and aromatic, to cold, dry and heavy with mildew. Her feet shuffling with no sense of direction, she had half a mind to run, but she couldn't see. Perhaps if she ran and fell to her death down the stairs it would be best. Would she get justice that way? probably not. The thought of people finding out she was being used as a tool of pleasure for her mothers clients getting out to the public seemed like a fate worse than death now that she thought about it.

The door to Morgan's room creaks open as the two enter inside. Rebecca positions Morgan to stand on her daisy rug, and she closes the door behind them. 

"Sooo, how was your real first time~?" She was pretending to care, but was dying for Morgan to say something just so she could knock her down a peg.

Morgan says nothing. Her hands twist behind her trying to find the weak point of the zip-tie, but Rebecca had switched to a thicker width, and cut the excess tail end off beforehand. Rebecca noticed her fidgeting and pushed her backward onto the bed. Morgan yelped at the sudden action, the speed of the fall caused her tongue to get caught between her teeth on impact. She wasn't bleeding, but the pain was excruciating.

Rebecca stood above Morgan and rolled her eyes in disgust. "Oh, Shut up already. It was just your mouth." Her arms crossed as she glared at her daughter in resentment. "Your body's not attractive enough for anyone to penetrate you... clearly the money is where your mouth is." 

Morgan remained silent, primarily in hopes that she could just be left alone and eventually freed after being silent, but also in hopes that Rebecca would lose interest in assaulting her verbally. Luckily for her Rebecca was feeling lenient, not because she cared, but because now she had a point to prove. A goal to surpass. 

The silent battle of hate between the two was interrupted by furious bangs on Morgan's bedroom door. "Hurry the hell up! I want the services I paid for!" The mans voice seemed less amused and more angry this time. Rebecca actually jumped from the sudden banging, and seemed to be startled for once. 

"Don't you worry, I'm just taking care of the trash! I'll be there in a moment!"

Rebecca hastened toward the door and upon realizing that she was about to be left blindfolded and bound, Morgan cried out "So you're just going to leave me like this!?"

"Yes. I am." Rebecca snickered as she entered the hallway. "From now on remember this moment, and know that every time you get an idea to be better than me, you'll always be exactly what you feel right now and nothing more than that. The only good thing about you is your mouth and even that isn't comparable to mine." 

"So what am I supposed to do?"

Rebecca slams the door shut at Morgan's aggravating victim act. She then locks the door from the hallway, and returns to her extracurriculars, only returning to free Morgan after about thirty minutes.