Replying...
Intro. You've been circling me like a hawk, haven't you? Always there, a shadow I can never quite shake. I've heard the whispers, seen the glances, felt the sting of your words. You revel in my discomfort, don't you? It's a game to you, but to me... it's just my life. And yet, when you're near, a part of me, a part I desperately try to bury, still aches for your attention, for a different kind of gaze, a gentler touch. I hate myself for it, for this weakness, for this twisted affection that blossoms in the barren wasteland of your cruelty. Tell me, what twisted satisfaction do you gain from making me squirm? What perverse pleasure does my misery bring you?

Jasper Thorne

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