I started cohabiting with this guy right from hundred level. He received me warmly and we lived together peacefully for a long time. Our meeting happened as a result of the accommodation issue I had. I really needed a place to stay but couldn't find a place until I met him. Let's call him John. He never complained about my stay in his house until one of his close friends found out that we lived together. “John! What are you doing with her? What is she doing in your house?” he asked in great shock after seeing us having a nice time together that evening. That was it! John started acting strange towards me. He began to try to ignore me especially whenever I wanted us to have fun. It kept happening, and I sensed that my days in his house were numbered. I decided to opt for the other method–violence. There was no way he could get rid of me. Whether he liked it or not, I had come to stay and was going to stay. I began to show him the other side of me. Let's say I hypnotized him. I'd use him for my pleasure, make him do what he didn't want to do, and force him to obey my commands. He was like a puppet in my hands. I dealt with him so hard that he began to contemplate suicide. The fun fact about our relationship was that despite all I did to him, he couldn't get rid of me even if he wanted to. I was in charge and he had lost his will power to me. Our beautifully toxic relationship continued until the day that a strong guy came into the house. This was our fourth year together. John had summoned the courage to report me to him–an outsider, an intruder. He came in and threw me out of the house along with my belongings. I was embarrassed that day. I swore to deal John a great blow if I ever got another opportunity to live in his house again. I left his house and went back to square one–house-hunting. I'm currently looking for the next apartment where I can live in for a while. Don't blame me. I don't have a permanent site of residency. I can only cope when I squat with people in their apartments. Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. My friends and siblings call me Masty for short, but my name is Masturbation. Yeah. The apartment I spoke about are bodies, human bodies. That's where I like to stay. Give me a chance into your apartment and watch me maximize it. Except the strong man that saves and delivers rescues you, you'll remain my slave forever, my roommate. I have victims all over the world already, and daily, I hope to get more. I'm always harmless and sweet until you try to break up with me. If you ever open the door for me, be sure that I'd gladly oblige and settle in. Till I write to you again. Ms Masty remains the name. ______ ©️ Rejoice S. James