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Added 2021-09-18 08:07:06 +0000 UTCCN: themes of addiction.
You've been trying to hold off from messaging them, from getting back in touch. But the need is growing stronger.
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Their words were keeping you company, even when they weren’t. Your mind, which you would have once called strong, powerful, even, was haunted by their control. You tried not to think about it, but the memories wouldn’t stop. And the worst part? Was how good it felt.
It felt good to remember kneeling before them. How their eyes made you feel. So weak, so submissive. It brought you pleasure to recall their mantras. To say them to yourself, under your breath. To let yourself sink into the memories. It felt incredible.
And beneath all of the memories was a feeling. A need. A desire to get back in touch. To beg, to plead for more. But you were strong. You could resist that. Couldn’t you? Could you? Just remembering how good it felt to submit made you crave it more.
Just one message couldn’t hurt, could it? Just to see if they’d be open to more. Just one message would be fine. Yeah. You typed it out. Hit send, and waited.
After an agonizing amount of time, the reply comes in. “Welcome back, Addict.”
