There was something about the way he captivated me. He wasn't like the others. He differentiated from others. He wanted to get to know the real me. He didn't look at my body. To others I was an item they wanted to get at. To him I was the treasure he had been looking for. He spoke sweetly and smoothly. Never gave me a reason to raise red flags. But then something changed it was like he had wasted all of his treasure and no longer cared for it. He went out to dig up his new treasure.
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