Addicted
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"Jacob , you knew from the start that I was married.Why did you get involved with me if you wanted more?" he turned around . " Hell if I know.I just had to have you . When I first laid eyes on you , I knew you were the one" " Well , I can't be the one ." I started up the steps to get dressed. " No , you aren't going anywhere!" He caught up to me on the stairs and tore my robe off, pushing my down.For a brief moment I feared him . . . . Driving home that night , I wondered whether I should break it off with Jacob for good.In my heart , I knew it was the right thing to do , and the only trouble would come out of this affair.He had laid his cards out on the table and made me very well aware of his wants and desires.Continuing to see him meant three things : trouble ,for him , trouble for me , and trouble for my marriage .But I couldn't stop.I was straight -up hooked. I was addicted .
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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