Binding prey is a 24-hour
a day job for predators.
Pathological predators and parasites
are the slimy creatures
we call narcs and narcissists
and indeed, they are sociopaths.

When we meet these dirt bags we think we’ve found a perfect match. A relationship made in heaven. It’s a feeling that overwhelms us more than a thought.

It sweeps up from somewhere and blazes through our mind: this guy is more perfect than I ever imagined anyone could be. Sex deepens this impression. This same impression fades as we discover something else is happening here and as we experience harsh things at their hands. And yet, even when we find out bad things, this deeply imbedded first impression clings to us because we’ve been bound up as prey.

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