Speaker 1: Fire with Fire, written and narrated by Vivia Volupta, just
Speaker 1: walked out of another train wreck. He says, I'm too
Speaker 1: much that my fire choked him out. Heard it all before,
Speaker 1: but this time I'm gunning for someone who can match
Speaker 1: my blaze, not just whine about the heat. Love tard.
Speaker 1: Always have thought it meant something, but all it did
Speaker 1: was scare folks off My fire too damn hot. For most,
Speaker 1: they dig the warmth, hate the burn, obsessive guilty. I
Speaker 1: go all in and yeah, it's my Achilles' heel. But
Speaker 1: then Julian happened, her eyes locked in some dive bar,
Speaker 1: and bam, knew he was different. He had that same
Speaker 1: wild look, that craving. We talked all night, wine flowing
Speaker 1: like words. I was hooked. First date, a wild ride,
Speaker 1: fancy dinner, His travel tales had me hanging on every word.
Speaker 1: The night charged with a raw buzz when he kissed
Speaker 1: me good night, fireworks, but Julian played it cool, slow,
Speaker 1: soaking up every moment. Dates filled with art shows and
Speaker 1: fancy wines, little gifts, all the works. I was falling hard,
Speaker 1: but the guy liked control, ran everything. At first, It's hot,
Speaker 1: his take charge vibe. Then it got suffocating. He wanted
Speaker 1: tabs on me where I was, who with doing what?
Speaker 1: Texts bombarded me, got mad if I didn't answer fast.
Speaker 1: He even started picking my clothes, my food, my hair's style.
Speaker 1: Tried to stand my ground, but he'd sweet talk me
Speaker 1: back every time. Despite the red flags, couldn't deny the chemistry.
Speaker 1: The guy was electric in the sack, knew all the
Speaker 1: right moves, raw primal never felt anything like it. One
Speaker 1: night post fun, he's all, want to try something wild
Speaker 1: heart racing. I'm like, what's up? His eyes go all predator,
Speaker 1: total domination. Want to tie you up, drive you wild
Speaker 1: till you beg pausing, but his gaze too much. I
Speaker 1: whisper okay. He grins, pulls out silk scarves, tells me
Speaker 1: hands up. I'm buzzing as he ties me to the headboard,
Speaker 1: kisses me deep, then starts this slow, wicked tease, brings
Speaker 1: me close, then backs off. I'm begging. He's laughing that
Speaker 1: dark laugh. Finally he goes all in, fast, hard, till
Speaker 1: I'm screaming. He finishes, collapses and we're just lying there
Speaker 1: a mess of sweat and heavy breaths. But it didn't
Speaker 1: stop there. Each night, the game's got darker, the control tighter.
Speaker 1: Next time, it wasn't just scarves, it was cuffs, chains,
Speaker 1: got to keep you in line, he'd say, with a smirk,
Speaker 1: clipping them tight around my wrists. He'd leave me there,
Speaker 1: hanging while he did whatever he pleased, watching, touching, with
Speaker 1: holding until I was half mad from it. And then
Speaker 1: the toys came out, whips, paddles, the whole Damn. Arsenal
Speaker 1: said he was training me, breaking me in. You'll learn
Speaker 1: to love it, he promised, a wild fire in his eyes.
Speaker 1: Each crack of the whip was a test, a challenge
Speaker 1: to break or bow. I didn't know whether to cry
Speaker 1: out from the pain or the thrill. It was all
Speaker 1: becoming a blur. One night he laid out his darkest fantasy,
Speaker 1: a collar, a leash, time to truly belong, he said.
Speaker 1: That's when it hit me. This wasn't just kink, it
Speaker 1: was his creed. He wanted a follower, a worshiper, a slave.
Speaker 1: With each tug of the leash, he was rewriting me,
Speaker 1: trying to turn my fiery spirit into smoldering ash, ready
Speaker 1: to be shaped under his will. Each session stretched longer,
Speaker 1: dug deeper. He'd stare into my eyes as he worked,
Speaker 1: searching for that flicker of surrender. But with each passing night,
Speaker 1: a part of me recoiled, a scream building deep inside
Speaker 1: that this wasn't me, wasn't what I wanted. That growing
Speaker 1: unease turned to dread realization, dawning with the chill of
Speaker 1: early morning light. I was losing myself, piece by piece
Speaker 1: to a man who saw love not as a union
Speaker 1: but as ownership. Tried ignoring it, telling myself it's all good,
Speaker 1: but it got worse. His control spilled everywhere, got insanely jealous,
Speaker 1: started making threats, tried talking, got nowhere. He'd dismiss me.
Speaker 1: I know what's best, but that ain't partnership, that's ownership.
Speaker 1: Blew up one night and I bolted, just left, didn't
Speaker 1: even explain. Knew if I stayed, I'd be nothing but
Speaker 1: his puppet. As I walked away, phone keeps blowing up,
Speaker 1: begging texts turned to threats, clear sign I needed out
Speaker 1: for good. That's it. I'm done. One sleepless night, I
Speaker 1: book it. One way to the UK, start fresh, work remotely,
Speaker 1: live quietly. It's a whole new world here. Met Tom
Speaker 1: at a cafe, steady clear, no drama. A year later,
Speaker 1: it's still good. He gets me, supports me, without trying
Speaker 1: to change me. Walking by the Thames sometimes seeing the
Speaker 1: city lights on the water, I think about how much
Speaker 1: I've changed, left a life of fiery chaos for something
Speaker 1: that actually feeds my soul every day, Grateful for the
Speaker 1: strength that pulled me through to this better place, this
Speaker 1: better love, this better me. The end.