Epilogue: Worsening
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It is the end of the world. Worse than slavery, worse than dungeon, worse than torture. In my speechless isolation, I keep pondering over and over what kind of karma could have earned me this mercilessly excessive punishment. Every single step that has brought me towards my current plight has been an act of goodwill: from inviting my new hookup to my place to forgiving his heedless and fatal prank and signing over my entire property to him. And yet there is no reward for me; while Martin is enjoying an amount of wealth he would never ever have achieved by himself, there's not the slightest comfort left for me, not a scrap of gratitude, not a hint of humanity. Is he even aware what I have to endure? Would he've been able to give me away that callously if he'd tried and put himself in my place? I really could go mad over the question ...
1.
It is the end of the world. Worse than slavery, worse than dungeon, worse than torture. In my speechless isolation, I keep pondering over and over what kind of karma could have earned me this mercilessly excessive punishment. Every single step that has brought me towards my current plight has been an act of goodwill: from inviting my new hookup to my place to forgiving his heedless and fatal prank and signing over my entire property to him. And yet there is no reward for me; while Martin is enjoying an amount of wealth he would never ever have achieved by himself, there's not the slightest comfort left for me, not a scrap of gratitude, not a hint of humanity. Is he even aware what I have to endure? Would he've been able to give me away that callously if he'd tried and put himself in my place? I really could go mad over the question ...