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From: █████████@gmail.com
Sent: 2/6/2026 5:20:39 PM
To: <█████████>
Subject: Re:

My darling,

I hope you’re doing well; I hope you’re doing better.

I received your message, but I didn’t know how to reply. From my silence, you should have guessed that I don’t agree with you at all. But in the end, it doesn’t matter what I believe because I have no choice but to accept your decision, and that is the worst torture possible.

Leave if you want, leave right now, do whatever you want and whatever you need, but please, never forget to feel ashamed. I see right through your little game. I comprehend everything you do; I know everything you desire. We are not that different. And since you’re accusing me, here’s what I have to say in response.

First of all, you’re lying. Your accusation is hypocritical. Yes, I dominated you, yes, it’s creepy, disgusting, but that’s exactly what you wanted: que je dépende de toi. Nothing comes for free in this world. That’s the way it is. Affection is no exception to this rule: passion is a currency like any other, and I’ve paid beyond reason.

Second, your adolescent beliefs mean nothing to me. You're trying to speak up; how cute. You don’t know what you are doing. You often told me I reminded you of your father; don’t worry, you’ll soon long for me as you long for him. I’m proud of you, of the weight of your feet on my body, the darkness in your gaze, the evil in your words.

That being said, I will miss your anger. No need to apologise for your violence on our last night together. It’s true that you made me suffer, it’s true that it’s unacceptable, but carry on, sweetheart, keep hurting me. I felt honoured that your rage was reserved for me.

Don’t give me anything back, neither the money nor the respect. I’ll stay here at my desk, wearing your favourite tie, waiting for you to understand why I keep forgiving you.

Daddy loves you too.

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