
I have the ability to make my past and present match, else I fall into a liars pit.

I found that my victims could see me for what I was, what I am, what I have become. I hate them for that. They actually question my actions, my motives, my plague. Like they have such rights. I used them to get here. Pillaged them to get here. Retained them while I acclimated and then cruelly discarded them so as to cause the greatest harm upon them.



Then I act! I do my very best to strike you down and tear the world down around you.

And the lie takes shape inside you. The beating heart of a lie.

He's unhappy in his marriage and I've decided I'm unhappy in mine. We're a perfect couple. We put in the effort to lie, run around and fuck in the shadows. He's a very good man if you know him like I do. He just doesn't want this spawn. Can you blame him?

I loved each and every one. I think I did. I know I loved the thrill of lying, sneaking around, fucking in alleys and parking garages. Fucking in our home, in our bed. I don't love that these good men lose interest once the ejaculate. I have to work to keep them interested.

You don't understand the situation. All of us are good, decent people. We just get caught up in situations. Situations are so easy to trip over when you're married or in a relationship and some ignorant person is taking care of the hard stuff. Don't blame us for our actions.
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