The Manipulator
I can manipulate the emotions of anyone who lets me. I will make you hurt, make you cry, make you laugh and sigh. But my words don't affect him. Especially not when I plead for him to leave. He's always there, watching and waiting. A...
May 16th, 1944 John has been questioning me bately. Always wondering what l' doing when I'm home abone. I tell him / take care of the house, and crocket. Sera is fourteen and can do her own school work now. So I just make sure he comes home to a hot meal. My normal, mundane wifely daties. He's suspicious of me. He's starting to notice a change in my behavior. / can't deny, 've been acting different lately. Ever since the strange man came into my life. Through my window. He hasn't spoken to me yet. It doesn't matter how many times / beg kim to. Asking him what his name is. Where he came from. How he knows me. What he wants from me. None of it successful. I want to hear him speak so badly that l've began to offer him things. Bad things. A kiss. A touch. He smiles at me, but doesn't concede. His fingers whisper across my cheek, and then he walks away, leaving me wanting for the next time he comes around,
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