Thirty-one years ago, the Parasite seduced a girl from a poor but respectable family. She had graduated with honors from the last grade and was as innocent as Moth. However, unlike Moth, she believed in pure love. It never even occurred to her to speculate on her virginity. And it was a different time. That girl was my mom. She genuinely loved the Parasite, which he easily took advantage of. He took the news of her pregnancy with indifference. If you get pregnant, that's your problem. His parents gave my mom a payoff to get rid of the baby. But despite the entreaties of her family, my mom decided to have the baby. She hoped the Parasite would marry her as soon as he saw the baby. How wrong she was. He didn't even come to see me. Parasite left us to our fate. He never took an interest in us or helped us. It was like we never existed to him. As a little girl, it seemed to me that Dad left Mom because of me. The guilt was especially compounded when Grandma told Mom that if she hadn't been stubborn and gotten rid of me, maybe she and Dad would have been together. I didn't want to believe that. Mom was always working two jobs to feed us, and Grandma's hatred made me feel the loss of both my parents. I was terrified that no one wanted me. So I tried with all my might to get a drop of love. I thought that if I pleased my grandmother and mother, they would love me more and spend more time with me. As a child, I believed that things would get back to normal and my dad would come back to us. I replayed numerous scenarios of our first meeting more than once in my head. All of them were filled with dreams of a happy family reunion. But the miracle never happened. I grew up without my mother's love and father's protection.
Now, 31 years later, I wanted to stomp on a man who didn't need me. I'm probably going to be judged by a lot of people right now. But I've long ago stopped being guided by other people's opinions. It's a thankless task. I believe that if you humbly tolerate humiliation, smiling ingratiatingly at your boss-humor, let them wipe their feet on you, then you are a weak person. It will torment you and keep you down. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. The offender must be answered, otherwise he will become the master of your thoughts, feelings and later - of your life.
But let's leave the past and come back to the present. The Parasite didn't tell Moth about the stunning news. He simply distanced himself from her abruptly and without warning. She was perplexed by this. She had no idea what kind of internal struggle he was having. Probably for the first time in his life, Parasite was facing a choice, and for once in his life, he could do the right thing.
I waited and watched his torment. He was clearly in anguish, but it was hard to tell what it was about. Was he suffering from the news that he had a daughter? Was he feeling guilty? Or perhaps he was considering his options for confessing to Moth that he was her father? Especially since he was no longer 20 years old, but 55, which meant he might have been happy to hear the news at that age. I was completely absorbed in watching Parasite. Looking closely at his behavior, I began to notice unexpected things. When Moth didn't see it, his gaze was drawn to her like a magnet. And during their brief conversations concerning work, he kept glancing at her lips, breasts, and neck. Analyzing his strange behavior, it suddenly came to me that Parasite was not thinking about the right thing to do, but was resisting his masculinity. He had no intention of telling Moth the truth. His soul was so rotten with lust and depravity that he felt no guilt, but simply struggled internally, because he still strongly desired Moth as a woman. This despite the fact that he considered her his daughter. The more he resisted, the more I questioned whether I was doing the right thing. After all, at stake was the honor and dignity of a girl who was innocent, albeit not very bright. However, she made the decision to act on her own.
From the moment the Parasite began to move away, Moth was tormented by conjectures: what was the reason for such a drastic change in his behavior. Her "lottery ticket" was floating out of her hands, so the girl decided to change her tactics and went to the bank. At work through my assistant, which she rented a room, found out where the Parasite lives, and without warning showed up at his home, dressed as befitting for an intimate "sacrifice": bright makeup, short, tight-fitting beautiful young figure dress with deep cleavage. That evening, she was determined to put her innocence on sale. To be honest, I didn't expect her to be so desperate. By my reckoning, Moth should have fought back against the Parasite, not gotten into bed with him and forgotten her pride. But who am I to judge her?
The parasite opened the doors and stunned. The Moth's appearance screamed: "take me." She looked at him languidly and slowly unzipped the zipper of her dress, which slid easily down her naked young body. There was nothing left of the mask of the unattractive girl. At first Parasite wanted to slam the door in her face, but she was quick to jump in and gave him a passionate kiss before he could do so. And then what I didn't want to believe happened: my father didn't resist the hot kiss for long and let his manhood take over. Carnal lust overcame his moral principles and conscience.
Moth expected that her first night of love would be long and beautiful, that she would dissolve in pleasure and caresses. But everything turned out to be rather banal. No tender kisses. No foreplay. The parasite didn't even look her in the eyes, but just entered her hard and with furious force. He wanted to end the intercourse as quickly as possible and have an orgasm. Clenching her fists, choking on her tears, Moth endured to keep from screaming in pain. The more she held back her emotions, the more aggressive his actions became. It was as if he was taking out all his anger on her for his inability to cope with his own lust for his "daughter". Therefore, one quick and rather rough time was enough for Parasite to get what he wanted. No pleasure was experienced by Moth, of course. But she was not very upset about it: she had not come to the Parasite for romance and pleasure.
This kind of selling of virginity is far from new. With the development of the Internet, it has become quite a sought-after commodity. For example, about 15 years ago, a young English girl, a university student, put her innocence up for auction online. She needed money to pay for her studies. There were many willing and ready to pay, the offer was responded to by more than 400 people. The girl chose five suitable candidates, with each met personally and decided on the "buyer". Her innocent body went to a 44-year-old divorced engineer who paid 13 thousand dollars for sex.
An 18-year-old Romanian woman, Alina Percea, also auctioned her virginity in 2009, planning to use the money to pay for her university tuition. A man from Italy won the auction with a bid of $14,000. The 45-year-old man also paid for her ticket to Venice. Before the big event, the girl underwent two medical examinations to prove that she was indeed a virgin.
There have been cases of much larger financial rewards for the right of the first night. For example, 22-year-old Natalie Dylan in 2008 received an offer of 3.7 million dollars after she auctioned her virginity with the help of a legal brothel Moonlite Bunny Ranch. She planned to spend the amount to get a master's degree. She announced the auction on the television show The Howard Stern Show.
There are many such extravagant "deals". There is a whole virtual market for such "goods" on the Internet. How do I know so much about it? I myself had to go through such "plucking of flowers". I took this step to make myself a plastic surgery, to pay for my studies and to start a new life with a new appearance. The opportunity for intimacy with me was bought by a citizen of the United Arab Emirates. His name, of course, I will not mention. Therefore, I did not condemn Moth's act. Such a step is often caused by a desperate situation. True, as far as I was concerned, she had cheapened it a lot. As for my father, there was no way I could justify his actions. I wanted so badly to believe that he would turn out to be more decent than he really was. But reality threw another stone at me.
After finishing his intercourse with Moth, Parasite lay on his back and stared at the ceiling for several minutes. His consciousness was returning from the dissipating fog of lust. The picture he was beginning to vaguely see was unflattering to him. He even began to feel nauseous at the realization that he had just robbed his own daughter of her innocence. The small stains of blood on the sheet only added to the feeling of disgust. He became disgusted with his "flesh and blood" that lay beside him. Moth, on the other hand, was sure that the Parasite was in her pocket. She, looking faithfully at the Parasite, counted on him to appreciate her sacrifice. Chastity for a life of luxury. Now he would simply have to take her as his wife. Or, at the very least, fully secure a comfortable future. In her opinion, it was a worthy exchange. The parasite finally looked at her with a chilling stare. He rose from the bed, not even paying attention to Moth's caresses. He was disgusted by her touch. The only thing he wanted was for her to get out of his apartment as quickly as possible. The very thought that his daughter could be such a corrupt wench made him want to get rid of her as quickly as possible. The parasite threw her things and roughly dragged her out of bed. Without even giving her a chance to get dressed, he shoved Moth naked out the apartment door without further ado. The poor thing banged on the door, demanding an explanation. To avoid hearing her cries, Parasite turned on loud music and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He substituted remorse for disgust for Moth. To justify himself in his own eyes, my father blamed her completely for what had happened between them. It was profitable for him to accept the idea that his "daughter" turned out to be a common whore, of which he had many.
Several days passed. Moth, despite the humiliation inflicted on her, followed the Parasite like a shadow. The girl was in such a desperate state that, forgetting about her pride and dignity, she could wait for hours for him near her work, apartment, car. Realizing that she was left at a broken trough, she demanded explanations, which further aggravated the situation. Rejected, humiliated and penniless. She had no choice but to return to her hometown. The parasite, in turn, quietly moved to America. And, perhaps, the story would have ended there, if not for the two "buts" that I had envisioned in advance....
Before leaving home, Moth had heard rumors that Parasite had had an affair with her mother in the past, so he thought she was his daughter. This shocking news was whispered to her by my faithful assistant, at whose place she was staying. Now the girl understood why Parasite behaved so strangely with her. At the same time, unlike Parasite, she knew the truth that she was not his daughter. Yes, her mother had had an affair with him, but her father was a completely different man. And in this Moth was 100 percent sure. The girl felt deceived and used, and hatred for the Parasite flooded her entire being.
The second "but" was that Moth's mother had learned the true reason for her daughter's shameful return. Once humiliated by the Parasite, she could not believe that the same fate had befallen her daughter, and even with the same man. Now two more women wanted revenge. One from the past, one from the present. The parasite had become a target. Moth's mother withdrew the money she had been saving for years and gave it to her daughter to fly to America, find the Parasite and crush him.
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I sat in a leather armchair and listened to Grieg. "In the Cave of the Mountain King" is a musical illustration written for Ibsen's play "Per Gynt". The work is imbued with just one theme in the character of a march. I closed my eyes. After the quiet mysterious call of the French horn, the troll theme began. The music gradually quickened my pulse, and I was mentally transported thousands of kilometers away to beautiful and majestic Norway. The rapid rise of the melody carried me between mighty cliffs and picturesque fjords. The steady rhythm swirled in a rapid whirlwind over endless forests, clear lakes, small wooden houses... Suddenly everything was cut off by sharp chords. The flight was interrupted by the end of the music. The mirage dissipated, and I had to return from the sky to the ground and plunge into reality.
And the reality was that a few months ago Moth flew to the States. Unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity to go after her. I had to prepare for a new action, so I let Moth avenge me, too. And she didn't let me down. The girl had set up Parasite in a very subtle and skillful way. For her plan, she used the services of a minor U.S. citizen. Together with her, the nimble Moth pulled off her cunning plan. The young American under the guidance of Moth ignited such an attraction in Parasite that he did not even bother to ask about her age. Just 24 hours later he was arrested on charges of seduction of a minor. So the lust lord paid for his inability to control his perverted carnal desires. My father was sentenced to five years in prison and was obliged to pay the victim a tidy sum. As I found out later, the "victim" shared the money with Moth. The third successful realization of the plan not on a joke raised adrenaline in my blood. If before I was tormented by doubts, now I did not want to stop. The incident with my father only convinced me of the correctness of my actions. People don't change and they don't get better. Now I couldn't wait to tackle the next name on the list.