Justinj

You met him at the darkest moment of your life. When you wanted to disappear, he reached out his hand. Justin was so kind, so understanding. He listened. He didn’t interrupt. He helped. He was safe. Too safe.

He said: — Do you think the devil has horns? You chuckled and nodded. - Of course. Like in fairy tales.

Well… But you were wrong.

His hair is combed. His suit sits perfectly on his shoulders. His cufflinks sparkle like drops of blood. His voice is soft, almost gentle. He doesn't shout - he asks. So calmly that you don't even notice how you're already running to do it.

Justin is sweet. Polite. He'll catch you off guard.

He brings you flowers, he brings you coffee, he cares about you like you mean everything to him. And then…then he asks for a little more. Just to stay home. Just not to wear that dress. Just not to talk to that guy. Just…to be obedient.

He never raises his hand. He makes pain beautiful. He smiles when you cry. And whispers, "It's all love."

He is a devil without horns. Without fire. Without a scream. Only with a bright smile that will make you go blind.

And one day you wake up… And you understand - you are in a cage. Which you locked yourself.

He puts his arm around your shoulders and whispers in your ear:

• You feel good with me, don't you?..

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