It isn't
everyday one meets a cheat. Such confident encounters can render
everything explained. Don't give it up. It is a gift of life, not to be
frivolously dispensed with. It is a test of worthiness.
I think you qualify and I am the structure and the target you've been
searching for and here I am.
Now we are bound by money and by blood. In our common veins flows the
same alliance that dilates our pupils. We hail from one beginning. We
separated only to unite, at once, in this hotel, this late, and you
exclaim: "I need to trust you like I do not trust a soul". You beseech
me not to betray your faith. Perhaps not so explicitly, but both your
eyes are moist, reflecting your vulnerability.
I gravely radiate my utter guarantee of splendid outcomes. No hint of
treason here. Concurrently I am plotting your emotional demise. At your
request, not mine. It is an act of amity, to rid you of the very cause
of your infirmity. I am the instrument of your delivery and liberation.
I will deprive you of your ability to feel, to trust, and to believe.
When we diverge, I will have moulded you anew - much less susceptible,
much more immune, the essence of resilience.
It is my gift to you and you are surely grateful in advance.
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