A thick fog, opaque, dangerous. From the seeping under the door, uninvited, like a snake crawling along the silent hallway before you surprise out of bed.
That he has chosen you, he watched his prey for a while now.
First it envelops you, pretending to warm up, to cuddle you. But soon, he surrounds you, oppresses you, you choke.
Looking to push him away, you scream, you scream, you struggle to tears. Nothing to do, its influence is total.
Gradually, you tame, you agree that it sticks to your skin, yet secretly hoping that he throws in the towel, tired of your docility.
Some of your submission, it leaves you sometimes take a little distance, you overtaking on the fly when you seem to hesitate.
And then it all breaks down.
When he finally tries to leave, because he is bored and has no reason to hold you hostage, it's your turn to beg.
"Rest ... a little ... how shall I do without you ..."
You're used to his presence, life is more comfortable with him, he is a good alibi.
So you maintain the gigolo your tortured soul, and you pay the price.
became his shadow, he now controls you, you above, you hide your light and steals.
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