"Lucky channel!"
That triple chinned fat fuck began to spout.
"Hiya, my little little lucky~" A wet lump of thick pink flab suddenly slit through the mouth flaps Akari couldn't dare to call lips, and slid from left to right, leaving behind streams of saliva that soon showered upon the woman's pulsing neck.
"I'm your host Brian Butcher and I'm here with my KAWAII assistant."
How the fuck did I get here? The woman had to wonder. Once she used to be an idol; a living deity that had sapped the income off basement dwellers, lolicons and crusty old pedos alike, just by singing and dancing on a stage three or four times a week for a living. The way those animals always clammed, bellowed and howled for her name as if they were her own livestock squealing for their pig feed. Hahhhhh...Akari couldn't help but give out a long mental sigh. Even when it costed her childhood to be stripped away from her, that always did feel like the most empowering feeling in the whole world, but soon enough though life just had to fuck her over and she'd soon find herself not only hosting a five minute long dead end show contained inside one of the most deadest sitcoms she had ever seen in her life, but the poor woman also had to put up with being forced to work with the most self-righteous assholes the workplace had to offer, who in fact gave none of the respect she deserved as the idol she was...and now-
"A-hem."
The woman had to hide her grimace before giving in. "And I am Brains wonderful assistant Akari Kagami, and I promise to give it all I got!"
"No, That's not right! You didn't say it right!"
...and now the once untouchable goddess is now being reduced to some sex toy to, most likely; one of her old stalkers.
"Whatever do you mean my dear little chum buddy?"
She was smiling. She was understanding. She was at her limit.
"Uggggh, you were supposed to insult me!" The ogre groaned. "I'm taking over the show, so you've got to call me mean names and lecture me just like what you used to do with that Minoru guy. Is that so hard!?"
It was no surprise that he knew about her breaking character if not her sanity during the run time of her old gig, but surely, he was kidding right? No matter how thick this guy's skin was, that amalgamation of human flesh was not ready for the real her.
"Why ever would I do that to you, Brain sempai? Akari Chan loves you, so don't you talk like that ok?"
'I had to fight that impulse he had invited. I needed his money.' The woman thought.
*Thwack!
An instant surge of fresh pain radiated the woman's cheek.
"It's time you stop being so selfish miss Kagami. It's my turn to be dominated and it's time you put more effort into this relationship!"
That son of a mother fucking-
Pick up.
She was wet. Her styled rosey hair was now comparable to that of a soaked dyed mop and with every pitter patter of splatter absorbed atop her head, dribble soon followed, trickling down her face and painstakingly tickling her once spotless skin. Her clothes on the other hand, sagged more miserably than the bazonking beanbags that bastard Brian probably called, his big boned nipples.
Pick up.
She was cold. The skin piercing stabs of the raindrops combined with the sharp gusts of the ever so necessary winter winds more or less impaled the woman's naked knees with a throbbing...pain? They were that cold she couldn't really tell anymore, and to really wrap the whole experience up- 'Aaachoo!' -a different kind of cold also wanted in on fucking up Akari's absolutely glamorous afternoon.
Pick up.
"Hiya sweetie."
So that witch was home the entire time...
"I'm eighteen now mom." Akari stated bluntly, skipping straight to the point. "I have a right to my money, give me my money."
The voice still somehow dared to coo through the phone.
"Akari don't be silly now, your eight-TEEN, you're still a blooming young lady, it'll be just a few more years until you've finally blossomed."
"Don't bullshit me anymore mom!" The woman shouted, losing her short-lived manners sooner than she had cared to expect. "By law in this country I am officially an adult, so just give me the fucking money that I worked my ass off for all my life."
There was a silence. For a moment the woman almost dared to believe that the voice was actually considering the meaning in her words, but the last time she'd let herself do that, was the last time she'd allow herself carry on breathing.
She now wanted to stop breathing.
"Now dear, to me you'll always be my little girl, you know that? And besides we both know where I now live considers girls of your age nothing more than young girls, why don't you keep staying with that sweetie Brian boy I introduced you to? I'm sure he still has plenty to spend on y-"
"Brian that bitch?" No matter how much the rain had dampened her spirits nor how much the cold had chilled her passion there was no quenching that boiling bubbling sensation the woman felt cooking up inside of her now. Yes, a full course meal; steadily mixed by the absolute trainwreck that was her life and slowly brewed to perfection by the assholes who wrecked that train, now this cuisine was finally ready to be force fed down the throat of the cook herself.
"Mom, why don't you think about my entire fucking life for just one second, huh? You forced me into a job when I was three fucking years old, forced me to rent my first apartment when I was eight and forced me to pay for God Damm plastic surgery last year!"
...
No response. Listening maybe? She better fucking be.
"You never bothered to visit either you know. And you made me drop out of fucking primary school. And you even fucking pressured me to hand my veganity on a silver platter for any entitled incel to rob the second I became legal, just so I could get by after I stopped being useful to you.
...
...
...
"...Have you calmed down now darling?"
She wanted to say more. The woman had to say more, yet whether it was the rain or the cold or her mother's fit inducing comment, the assault of a thousand words pent up from a lifetime of shit, all simply transformed into a silent sigh. The pure hate that should have fuelled the moment she could finally give that witch a piece of her mind just simply vented out into the air; years of loathing now but a breath of nothing.
"P-Please." The foundation for a beg; The woman found a plead murmur out from her lagging lips.
"Just give me enough to find somewhere for the night, p-please, I'd do anything."
The mother had robbed a woman of her money, taken away the childhood from a girl. Now the witch finally stole all this stranger had left: her pride.
"...I'm sure your just overreacting swee-"
'BEEP!'
'Drip, drop.'
What had it all been for?
Why?
What had been the point to the last eighteen - her entire life?
'Drip, drop.'
Why did this happen?
She did everything everyone had told her. She had done everything everyone had ever asked.
Why did this happen?
'Drip, drop.'
Idols dance on stages, Idols sleep in warm expensive beds, Idols don't tell their sugar daddies to fuck off, Idols don't curl up on a wet bench crying themselves to sleep.
Why did this happen?
Was it how she treated other people? Was that it? Was there really a god out there who was out for her? For all the shit she might have done?
Why did this happen!?
It was because they hated her.
Yes.
It was because they all hated her.
...
Was it Because she never stopped hating?
...
That wasn't fair.
The rain stopped. The woman looked up and there was a void above.
A sea of black. A spotless canvas. Akari stared up at the something of nothing and of course, only found herself.
