So, Who's the Prey Now

For Jimmy's financial support, I sold my first time behind his back.

My hands trembled as I handed him the envelope, still damp with sweat. Inside was seven thousand five hundred dollars—everything I had gotten in exchange for the one thing I had left to give.

Jimmy’s eyes reddened as he took the money. “Nessie… how many side jobs would it have taken you to save this much? I swear, I’ll treat you right.”

But when I went to visit him at the hospital, I heard laughter through the door before I even knocked.