He was like a devil.
But the kind of devil you both love and hate, one that can make you feel alive and dead at the same time.
People always said this boy was a bastard, but if you really had to pinpoint what was wrong with him, it seemed the only thing you could say was that he wasn't faithful, that he was a womanizer.
But he never did the kind of thing where he'd start something and then abandon you. He didn't lie to you, didn't take your money, and didn't hide much from you. He was just purely a scoundrel.
In many ways, he could even give you unique experiences. Just look at that beautiful face, that perfect body drenched in warm water, and you could find supreme enjoyment.
What could be more captivating than direct visual beauty?
Is it the kind of middle-aged man, poor and full of resentment, begging you, "I will make you happy"?
But it also couldn't be said that Sam was a good person.
