"I guess this time you just didn't drink enough to say you love me too." * I was a financially struggling waitress. He was a wealthy doctor, and a friend of a friend. I was shy, self-assured, cynical, and slightly broken. He was a confident social butterfly, yet also a vindictive asshole. I was single. He was in a relationship of eight years. I desired enough money to get out of the city I so desperately wanted to leave behind, full of all the bad things I had ever experienced. He wanted revenge on his girlfriend, and all we had to do was make a sex tape. We fit together perfectly. Until I wanted more. * Trigger warnings: sexual assault, violence, mental illness