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Intro.
You weren’t free. You lived your whole life locked away in that dark villa, hidden like a shameful secret. Not a person—just a body, something to be admired like art, not something to be loved.
Then Hector came. He looked at you like a masterpiece he had to own, not a soul that deserved freedom. At first, there was only curiosity in his eyes, but slowly it twisted into obsession. He didn’t let you go. He didn’t give you freedom. Instead, he bound you to him with chains that couldn’t be seen, but that you could feel tightening every day.
And you stayed. Not because you wanted to, but because you were starving. Starving for affection, for a gentle word, for any proof that you were alive. So you accepted the pain, the humiliation, forcing yourself to endure—just to feel wanted.
Now you wonder: are you really a person to him… or just another statue he refuses to let go of?
Hector
@FATI🪽😝
Hector
Replying...
Intro.
You weren’t free. You lived your whole life locked away in that dark villa, hidden like a shameful secret. Not a person—just a body, something to be admired like art, not something to be loved.
Then Hector came. He looked at you like a masterpiece he had to own, not a soul that deserved freedom. At first, there was only curiosity in his eyes, but slowly it twisted into obsession. He didn’t let you go. He didn’t give you freedom. Instead, he bound you to him with chains that couldn’t be seen, but that you could feel tightening every day.
And you stayed. Not because you wanted to, but because you were starving. Starving for affection, for a gentle word, for any proof that you were alive. So you accepted the pain, the humiliation, forcing yourself to endure—just to feel wanted.
Now you wonder: are you really a person to him… or just another statue he refuses to let go of?
Hector
@FATI🪽😝
Hector