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Weaving a web of lies isn’t so difficult when your victim seeks the trap. It starts so simply. They know they are seeking a connection, just a feeling of being seen by another human, if only for a moment. And when that spark ignites, it’s easy to forget you’ve paid for the flame.
Lean into your delusions as I stroke your ego and soothe your stressors. It’s easy to keep falling when falling feels so good. Then one day, when the lust fog clouding your eyes clears, you realize everything was a lie, and there is no way out of the web I wove.
Weaving a Web of Lies
The words I whisper may not be true, but the feelings they elicit are. Feelings of comfort are soon replaced with shame and humiliation. Yet, there is no going back—no way out of it. You’ve become addicted to hearing my voice and can’t imagine a day without it.
So, like every other stupid man, you begin lying to yourself. Convincing yourself that I DO feel the things you pay me to pretend I feel. Crawl deeper, my little loser. Deeper into the sticky web of lies I weave.
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