Then one day I came home to find this:
“I am sorry that I have to say this to you in a letter, Sir. But you and I both know this is the only way. If I tried to say it to you in person, you would stop me. You would make me forget that I was going to say this at all. You would scatter the thoughts in my mind and I might never again be able to say what I need to say. It’s exactly that control of my true thoughts about us which has destroyed the love we once had. I loved you and chose to obey you. But when I could no longer choose, when my very thoughts and desires were dictated by you, I lost a part of myself. I have to leave now while I still remember who I am. I hope one day you find the boy you really need, because we both know now that I’m not him.”
I chose not to pursue him. Although I can place long-lasting suggestions in the minds of others, new suggestions require me to be right in the room with the person whose mind I’m entering. For example, wherever Bryan is today, the instructions I implanted deep in his mind so long ago are no doubt still there: I’m certain that when someone spanks him now, he still automatically says, “Please Sir, may I have another?” just as I programmed him to do. But if I wanted to change anything else about him or implant any new thoughts, I would have to be right where he is.
I could have tracked him down, forced him to come back. But I knew he was right. I took things too far. I was heartbroken and ashamed of what I’d done to him. Since then, I feel so weak when I see affairs of the heart in the minds of others.
Still, when Vivian came to me, this was a new request. I admit, I was intrigued. Perhaps enough time had passed and I could once again change deep feelings, if those were indeed what motivated Chase’s actions. I was growing tired of always dealing with politicians and CEOs. A wife seeking justice in the face of her cheating husband’s attempts to rob her, this sounded interesting.
However, I didn’t commit to anything right there and then. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do this or not. Despite Vivian’s insistence that she would pay whatever I asked, I stood firm and told her I would need to meet with her (soon-to-be ex) husband before I named a price.
It was surprisingly easy to get Chase to come to me later that day. It seemed he fancied himself an “actor” now. I made a few calls and, through his agent, got him to come to my office for a “potential casting.”
When I met Chase, I immediately understood several things. He was a great deal younger than Vivian Warren. Where Vivian was a gracefully aging middle-aged woman, Chase was a devilishly handsome and clearly fit twenty-something. Obviously he started out as Vivian’s boy toy and seduced and weaselled his way into a marriage with her.
His good looks, his winning smile, his confident swagger: these things also explained to me why he was an “actor” now. He didn’t need the money, but clearly thought he deserved to be in front of the camera. He knew he was looker and he wanted everyone else to know, too.
While I got that from looking at him, I got a lot more from reading his mind.
Chase’s handshake was firm. He clearly thought of himself an assertive, alpha type. I speculated even then that this was overcompensation for his short stature, since he only stood about 5’6″.
I told him the casting was for a reality dating show. I made up the details. What I specified was that the show would be partially scripted and he would be playing a version of himself. So, the casting would involve me asking several questions about him and his life.
I set up a camera, although it wasn’t really on. In fact, I didn’t care how Chase even responded to these questions verbally. The point wasn’t to hear what he said, but to read his mind as he turned it to these various subjects.
What I realized very quickly was that Chase was pretty on the outside, but monstrous on the inside.
“Are you single?” was my first question.
He prattled on about “dumping some chick” who was holding him back. I could see his relationship with Vivian as he said this. I could see how he seduced her, played her, manipulated her, and finally exploited her vulnerabilities and insecurities to get her money. He had never felt any love for her. He had used her without compunction or regret.
“Okay, great. And what kind of woman do you usually go for?”
His thoughts turned to dozens of women he had been fucking for last year while he was married to Vivian. Again, he blabbed some inane answer, talking about how he liked busty, slutty Latinas.
I saw all the cheating. But I wasn’t prepared for exactly what I saw there.
Some of it was what I expected: picking up floozies here and there and bedding them in sleazy motels.
What I didn’t expect were the rapes he committed. I saw how this cocky bastard had forced himself on the hired help at the Warren family’s estate. Whenever a pretty new girl came into the Warren household to work, Chase would not take “no” for an answer. He forced himself on dozens of girls, fucking them in brutal and humiliating ways. He threatened to fire them if they told. And then he found some way to get rid of them even if they did keep his secret.
The worst was what he did to a girl named Juanita. Not even 19 years old yet, she lost her virginity to Chase. It was rape; Chase had no doubts about that when he did it. Even after Juanita had realized there was no way to stop him from fucking her that first time, she pleaded for him to put on a condom. He had laughed derisively, told her that he needed to really feel her. He needed to feel her from the inside, he said. And he wanted to mark her. He was going to fuck her and she would never forget how he laid his claim to her cunt.
To make matters worse, she became pregnant after he forced himself on her. When Juanita told Chase, he forced her to have an abortion and then planted one of Vivian’s necklaces in her pocket next time she came to their household. Vivian discovered this and fired Juanita for “trying to steal from her,” not realizing how they had both been used and manipulated by Chase.
I tried not to let it show on my face how shocked I was. Thankfully, even if I did show it, Chase was so self-involved that he didn’t notice. I could tell all his thoughts were on how he looked at that moment, not really caring to study my face in the least.
I wanted to get to the root of Chase’s behaviour. I asked a bold question to uncover the motivation behind his manipulations and his rapes.
I smiled warmly at him. “Well, I’m sure we can set you up with a busty Latina girl if that’s what you’re into. But I don’t know if I can promise you a ‘slutty’ one!” I chuckled, feigning camaraderie. Chase smiled at this, evidently pleased that I understood he intended to fuck any woman he was going to date on this “reality show.”
“If I can set you up with a ‘slutty one,’ we obviously can’t show too much on TV. But if you fuck her, we’ll need to get a couple shots of something. Can you give me a sense of what kind of sex it would be?”