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Yesterday, I had an encounter with a man that used to worship me. He never grew bored of me, he couldn’t discard me. He wasn’t a sexual partner because I didn’t brand him as such but I knew if I allowed him to drink my bath water — he would.
The odd thing about his infatuation with me was his mind. He knew I wasn’t attracted to him, but he still fell passionately in love with me. Through trial and error, I taught myself to heighten the effects I had over him.
I grew bored of him. I discarded him.
I hope he’s doing well.
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