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I’m lying on the bed in nothing but my wedding veil. I’m reveling in my memories of the day’s events. It’s been a few months since I destroyed your wife in the divorce and, now that we’re finally married, you’re all mine. I’m in control of your life more than I’ve ever been. I can barely contain my excitement as I think of all the possible ways I could hurt you. I own you. I own you fully and completely. I spread my legs and begin touching myself, my pussy is already drenched. I continue touching myself as I talk about how I’m in control of your life. How I have all the power. How I can destroy you. Talking about it brings me so much pleasure I climax, leaving a nice wet spot on the bed. One year later I’m sitting on the couch, scrolling through my phone, when you walk through the door. You’re home from work early and you have a look of utter despair on your face. I ask what’s wrong and you tell me how a girl at the firm has accused you of sexual harassment. I listen intently, but I can barely hide my excitement. I slip up and say something that gets you thinking, then you ask me if I have anything to do with the claims. I can no longer contain myself. I gleefully confess to being the mastermind behind the sexual harassment allegations. I tell you how much joy it brought me planning your downfall while you, blissfully ignorant, have gone about your daily life. You learn that the woman today is only the first. More women are going to come forward and accuse you of sexually harassing them. I’ve trained them all in exactly what to do and what to say. There is no way you will be able to prove your innocence. I am so excited to watch as my plan unfolds. I’m eager to see you suffer as your career comes to an end. I’m going to get so much pleasure out of watching you be destroyed.