Her stomach churned even faster, her mouth and throat drying up, and she closed her eyes. She wanted everything to just go away, feeling sick as the words twisted in her mind. She knew what she had to do. She couldn't die. Too many people needed her.
"...I'm your bitch. Your whore. Just a fuckhole, a... cocksucker. A piece of fuckmeat. A..." Her tears started to fall. "A dirty cumslut." She wanted to curl in on herself. Just curl up in a ball and cry, but that'd show weakness. Weakness Eterna would find hilarious and her mom would be disgusted by. She still didn't want to call her her Mistress, but she had to submit, literally to stay alive.
"You'll do what you want to me anyway, so just... go ahead."