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Taken: Seduced By The Sadist I Grew Up With
James has been cold and manipulative – cruel even – ever since his mother married my father when we were young. He’s always been prone to pulling my pigtails and taunting me into tears. He’s even destroyed my social life on a whim before, and he loved crossing boundaries into the socially taboo.
It wasn’t until I began studying psychology that I started to put the pieces together. Callous disregard for others. Superficially charming personality. Manipulative. Pathological liar. Promiscuous. The boy I grew up with was a sociopath.
When I confronted him with this diagnosis, he got angry. He said that sociopaths were impulsive, and too spontaneous for their own good, and he preferred to think of himself as calculating and emotionless. He set out to prove it to me by whatever means necessary…
But that unfeeling archetype wasn’t James. Despite all the pigtail pulling, I knew that he loved me. At the end of the day, he always protected me, and I needed to remind him of that. He said it wasn’t safe to love him, that it was inevitable that he’d hurt me, but what he didn’t know was that I craved the pain, just like I’d delighted in the sensation of the jump rope around my wrists.
I can take anything he dishes out, the perfect masochist to his sadism.
This standalone one-handed read is 16,000 words of taboo, panty-soaking excitement with dark themes and rough sex. Intended for readers 18 and over.
It wasn’t until I began studying psychology that I started to put the pieces together. Callous disregard for others. Superficially charming personality. Manipulative. Pathological liar. Promiscuous. The boy I grew up with was a sociopath.
When I confronted him with this diagnosis, he got angry. He said that sociopaths were impulsive, and too spontaneous for their own good, and he preferred to think of himself as calculating and emotionless. He set out to prove it to me by whatever means necessary…
But that unfeeling archetype wasn’t James. Despite all the pigtail pulling, I knew that he loved me. At the end of the day, he always protected me, and I needed to remind him of that. He said it wasn’t safe to love him, that it was inevitable that he’d hurt me, but what he didn’t know was that I craved the pain, just like I’d delighted in the sensation of the jump rope around my wrists.
I can take anything he dishes out, the perfect masochist to his sadism.
This standalone one-handed read is 16,000 words of taboo, panty-soaking excitement with dark themes and rough sex. Intended for readers 18 and over.
48 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 21, 2017
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