Chapter Twenty-One Spiraling
After he died I began to question myself. Was I no better than the powerful men who run corporations that I had labeled as sociopathic maniacs? A man, who in my own way I cared about, just killed himself because of a fantasy world that I perpetuated in his mind to such an extent that he believed he could find a woman such as myself or have me for his own. Maybe I am a bigger monster than the men who destroy lives in the corporate world.
My world spiraled out of control as the fallout from his death splashed across the front page of the local papers. The media was relentless in pursuit of their story. They camped out on our front yard for three weeks. They harassed me at Club Enyo. Business at the dungeon came to a screeching halt.
The story was seen on the l
