Occasionally in life opportunities arise for us to taste something new...
A lifestyle so glamorous, carefree, divine... someone sits you down and intoxicates you story after story. The people, the parties, the unknown mystery. Its a lifestyle of drugs and rock'n'roll, the sort you imagined as a reckless teen on your bright pink bed spread watching almost famous. A life style you felt you'd long out grown but then the devil raise his finger and beckons you closer.
You find yourself sitting on the edge of the devils water being gently coaxed in, they'll call you things, desirable and dirty things which empower a hidden part of you,a part you never even knew existed. This venture alone will make you increasingly aware of what this will lead to but curiosity will take a hold and slowly your dark desire awakens.
You'll act as though transformed into someone who is child like, easily manipulated and mouldable into a fantasy that is anything but your own whilst all at once maintaining the outer image of a grown woman, objectified, not completely helpless but never forget, my dear, your brain has little function or reason here.
It's a lifestyle beyond your own and you must quickly adapt to it or suffer a complete fundamental metamorphism from the experience, a metamorphism which you can not return.
What will you do? Will you turn away and forever wonder what may have been? Or will you wade right in and pray you can protect your core values. Protect everything you are.
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