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He called him freakoffs.

That's what Cassie Ventura told a federal courtroom this week as she stood on the witness stand.

Eyes level with the jury recounting some of the darkest, most dehumanizing experiences of her adult life.

Freakoffs.

A phrase that sounded like it came from a bad nightclub flyer. What was Sean Diddy Combs

allegedly doing in freakoffs? A word he used to describe drug-fueled sex parties, he orchestrated

down to the finest detail, the temperature of the room,

the lighting, the people involved, even the color of her nail polish. Every element was

micromanaged by Combs. Ventura testified. She wasn't a girlfriend in those moments. She wasn't

even a partner. She was, in her words,

a job. That's how the third day of Combs federal trial opened. No warm-up, no buffer, just

Cassie. Now, 37. Explaining how she became trapped inside a routine she says revolved entirely around ditty's

wants, his control, his appetites. These freakoffs allegedly took place in cities all over.

Los Angeles, New York, Miami, even overseas, and they weren't spontaneous. They were choreographed.

Combs, she said, would often record the encounters, storing away footage that she would later come to believe served as a threat.

Leverage, something he could always use to shame or control her if she ever tried to leave.

It's quite a sick world that Sean Diddy Combs lived in and drug others into under the guise of

celebrity, fame, fortune, power, whatever it may be.

It all came at a price.

Not a price of necessarily time, money, and such for those involved.

But a price of their dignity.

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