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For eleven years he tortured me.
I confided in him everything.
Adroitly he used all the information I gave.
But he saw to it, no benefit accrues to me.
My intelligence, my knowledge and capability he raped.
I came to know from his actions, his sadistic motive.
He was fooling everybody.
But looked a messaih in his looks and words.
They all were happy till he bestowed them with largesse not their due.
One day the bubble burst.
And everybody saw through his lust.
Lust for power he had.
But everybody's father is born, they say, of his own father.
So one day he had to go, summararily dumped by the powers that were.