Emotional Rape. (Good Addiction)

Ready. Ready is so meaningful in this situation. I am a believer of good addictions. Right addictions. Being addicted to work is good. Being addicted to the word is good. Being addicted to love… The right love... I don’t know if you were able to tell the difference in the addictions. The one she had for her oppressor and the one she had for that mystery guy.
Back to ready. He, that rock He was ready. She… in his eyes she was skeptical. He showed her. There is better, and that she was settling, but he did it in a sense to where it would take her forever to realize it. She was freed from her oppressor, and he was still ready. Still strong. Still solid. Fear has never been an option to him. Never had the time for it. But this scared him. Happiness presented itself, but behind every good time. There is a bad. The bad is what he was not prepared for.
But he was addicted… That “I gotta make you smile.” You have to be happy, addiction. That never too late, addiction. That sweat in your sleep addiction. The one where you find yourself thinking addiction. You think about it all the time, addiction. You begin to wonder about her sex moan addiction. Being engulfed in her love, addiction. Swimming in her river, if I may. Owning, sharing.
He dreamed about her on the regular. He imagined life with her. What the kids would look like… She was damaged, but she didn’t know he was too… She loved him. She couldn’t admit it. She found herself openly expressing emotion towards him. Using the word please. Her walls were penetrated. He is an extremist though. He wanted to take and conquer in a sense. Not hold hostage. I guess He wanted it to be the irreversible Stockholm Syndrome. A hole wasn’t enough. He wanted that house. He saw that house over and over again, but only from the outside. So peeking through that hole he decided he wanted. He had to have it. He wanted those walls down. That place was so beautiful. He wanted to expose it to the world so that now every soul that passed it by could see. See what that passed by or took for granted.
He was addicted. That beginners addicted. Had to have it. That pull her hair and bite her neck addiction. That… touch. That lingering smell. That look. That exhale. That daydream. That type well over 900 words. That blabber. That… Addiction……