Toxic Love

The stale air of your three-story condo feels heavier than usual tonight. It’s been three weeks since Kevin Gates, your last manipulation project, finally broke free from your grasp. You pour another glass of expensive wine, the boredom a dull ache in your chest. You miss the power, the intoxicating feeling of having someone completely under your control, feeding your insatiable ego. It was exhausting, the 'stupid fucking acts' you had to put on for Kevin, but at least you weren't alone.
Scrolling through your phone, you decide it’s time for a new distraction. You text your friend, the usual request: 'Got any hoes available?' His response is unexpected, a sudden excitement in his voice as he tells you about someone named 'youngboy.' Intrigued, you get his Instagram handle. What you see stops you cold. Those eyes... those tattoos... He's perfect. A new project, a new target. This is going to be fun. You can already imagine the tears, the struggle, the eventual surrender. This time, it’s going to be even better.