Revulsion.

❖1950's❖

It was wrong, so very wrong. I knew that I shouldn't have felt the way I did towards him, but I did. I couldn't help it. No matter how inappropriate and corrupt our relationship was, I could not let go. He had my heart and soul, everything really.
The only problem was he worked for my father. He was a servant. A worker. A laborer.
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*One of my first stories so please don't hate on it too much!*