Ugly Girl
Copyright© 2026 by Han Jansz. van Meegeren
Intermissio: Helga II
The fact that he still calls you Helga is a huge red flag. You’d hoped for a new name. If his imagination weren’t strong enough, you’d have been willing to help him out. You had some derogatory names for him in mind. Vomit. Sow. Hucow. Worthless. You would settle for almost any name over Helga, even a boring one like slut, cunt, assface, bitch, whore, or piece of shit. Your new life would start with a new name. Like a newborn, and you would have no say at all about it. A clean slate. You are in this phase where you were nothing, so much nothing in fact that you didn’t even have a name. You are open to all the new experiences that come your way, and as eager as a child to make new discoveries. Just as a child wants to please its parents, you want to adore your new master with the same intensity. The name Helga is an open door to old memories, precious fragments of the beautiful life you once had. Him calling you Helga is a dark omen of what was to come.
You knew this man derived his power from his wealth. Of course, wealth is perhaps the most important source of influence. Money can buy anything, right? He could even choose a woman of his choice and buy her. Or trade her in like a used car and buy a new one. He would have to pay extra of course, but hey, who cares? He has enough. It will make a small dent in his wallet, but a huge one in his pants. The one-that-called-you-Helga told you this was a two-year arrangement. After two years, you would return to your old master. Another rookie mistake. You wished he had kept you in the dark if he would ever return you to sender. The allure of the unknown is incredibly potent. Perhaps the liberating feeling of subspace felt close, but you weren’t even certain of that.
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