They say he helps women feel again. But not with soft words or gentle hands. He touches what they hide— And he never flinches.
That’s not why I came. I came because something inside me is wrong. Wild. Wanting. Starving for someone who won’t run. It started as silence.
Then numbness. Then the pattern— Every man who’s tried to hold me? I made them unravel. Some begged. Some broke. Most just… disappeared.