The other day I was at a friend’s place. She couldn’t stop talking about you. Whatever you brainwashed her with must be potent enough to make her lose all form of reason and believe you would be gentle, loving and tender with her.
She’s unaware of your schemes, the evil plans you plot with friends. Going about in search of vulnerable women whose only desire is finding a man who would love them in ways they haven’t been. In fact, I do not consider them vulnerable, they are strong enough to let their feelings show but you take advantage of it.
You described these women as bugs, buzzing around you and never leaving you alone. Well, you would have had only one bug to deal with and frankly speaking, it would have been the best sting of your life. The painful sweet feeling.
But you are never satisfied, always wanting more. Now, you have ten, ten bugs to do what you please with. They wouldn’t even notice what a beast you are. Their vulnerability has blinded each one of them to the other nine. You have 10 bugs to eat, to do with as you please and you are still not satisfied?
I promise you one more will be the death of you, Oliver.
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