Twisted Seduction Page #2

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I didn't pick you

on anything superficial.

I didn't pick you because of

your looks or your appearance

but solely based on the compatibility

of our personalities.

We have a compatibility ratio

of 99.3%

in 78 different personality

dimensions that I compared you against.

Darling, we're a match.

Now all I have to do

is perform certain psychological steps

using behavioral knowledge

to allow your brain

to develop feelings

of loving emotion towards me.

I know this is a lot

to digest right now.

But what are your thoughts so far?

F*** you.

Right. What else did I expect?

We're gonna be spending

a lot of time together

doing activities that two people

typically do together.

I'm going to give you options.

We can do this one of two ways:

"a" I keep your mouth covered and

you tied to the bed the entire time

until you decide to cooperate

or "b" do as I say, follow my plan,

and I promise I won't hurt you.

Does that make sense?

Good.

Here is the plan:

I brought you a change of clothes.

I want you to shower in there

and get changed for lunch.

I'll be back in a while.

What happened here?

Been a naughty girl?

Fine. Have it your way.

You may have noticed

but you're not alone in here.

There's a little bird somewhere.

With all my genius I can't find

the little f***er.

I don't even know

how it stays alive.

Do You rather I cover your mouth today?

Come on.

Ready for round two?

This is gonna be

more of a challenge than I thought.

You need to take a shower

and get changed

into them clothes over there.

When I get back,

we're playing minigolf.

You know, my family and friends

are gonna worry about me.

They're going to find me.

Your father left you and your mother

when you were two years old.

Your mother,

she died when you were 14.

You practically raised yourself.

Nobody expects to hear from you.

You're just about to take

a two-week vacation

after achieving record

sales at work.

You told everyone you'd be going

to Europe with a married man,

a fictitious, mystery man,

you made up months ago.

So your friends would stop

harassing you to go out all the time.

You told them all he was married

so you wouldn't have to introduce him.

Your fake lover

told his fake wife

that had a work assignment in Europe.

Well, that's what

you told your friends.

Your only plan,

stay home, read,

exercise,

ordering -- with a bucket of Chinese food.

I'm your Chinese food.

Good evening.

I'm not in the mood for this.

You seemed to be having

quite an exciting dream.

- You were touching yourself.

- I was not.

Right. I made a decision:

our dates will no longer involve things

that you can hit me over the head with.

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