by Kaylee

A well placed suggestive word, a subtle use of my ability, and they would be all mine.

Mine to hold.

Mine to use.

Mine to toss away.

They would love me and never hurt me.

With each persuasive word the black coils of temptation would tighten their hold on me. Whisper to me sweetly of what I could have and make me want more.

Then I learned how truly happy I could be if I let those men stay free. Learned what love truly is.

Now the black coils of temptation holds no sway over me.

But for how long?

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