I wrote this in tribute to a master of manipulation.


Oh she fell apart in his golden chamber of knowledge. He saw past all her tricks, through her lies, and into her deepest fears. He played off of all her hopes and dreams and left her maimed and mangled within her own mind. She was beaten, physically, spiritually, and mentally and there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do for her, but sit and watch her writhe under his control. And once he had finished his sadistic deeds he left her cold and alone with no one to blame but herself. He wouldn't have had it any other way. He wouldn't have left without securing at least that. He was too cunning and clever for that, and she wouldn't have had him any other way. Ah the tales that were spun were tragic and lugubrious and all the pain was of her own accord. All because she unlocked her chains, let down all her defenses and realized it all much too late.