Holy f**k I'm out of my league. The escorts I pay agree to my deviance. I'd go to jail if I picked up a woman in a bar and beat the f**k out of her. Melina begged and I delivered my soul on a platter for her taking. The f*****g soul I didn't know I have.
Victor encouraged my s****l deviance. He fired the flames by providing women who could handle me. I paid exorbitant amounts of money to the escorts and they always came back for more. Everyone was happy, or so I made Victor believe. The truth is, I hated the women and only used them to relieve the pressure in my balls. I hated that I couldn't have a normal relationship.
Melina takes away the revulsion I've lived with since I was a teenager. I've only given her pain and darkness while taking so much. And still she wanted me and never shie
