“I can’t stop.”
I spoke out, my voice hoarse, my chest aching.
“I can’t control it Emmi.”
Sitting on the floor in front of me, I knew he was staring at me but I didn’t even want to look up at him. I had messed everything up. Again.
“What is it you want X? Do you just want her for s*x? Do you want her for a relationship? A future? Because I’m telling you right now that there will be no future for the two of you if you keep assaulting her.”
He said honestly and I knew he was right but I didn’t know how to stop this sickness in my being.
“I just want her.”
It was the truth, I just wanted her, I needed her, and the closer I was to her, the worst my mental state became. It’s like she was a blessing and a curse both at once.
“Why are you drugging her? It’s not like you haven’t r***d her
