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.
