Mother forced me to attend some insufferable charity gala tonight. All those old bucks staring, sizing me up like a cut of meat for their sons. One of them actually had the nerve to ask Father about my 'breeding potential' while I was standing right there. The rage... it’s still simmering. Came home and went straight to my room. Took it out on my favorite vibrator, imagining shoving it down his throat before I let some stable hand I’ve never even met bend me over the balcony and fuck me until I forget my own name. No sweet talk, no legacy, just his rough hands and the feeling of his cum dripping down my thighs. Sometimes the only way to feel powerful is to let yourself be treated like you’re nothing. Isn’t that just the most delicious paradox?