And there's no way he was a psychopath to me, but a thousand fucking percent.

That man is textbook psychopath.

He told me that I needed to be fucked.

And that needed to happen in front of Corey.

She's like, butkeelin, like, what if Pantino is the next Jesus?

And I was like, where the fuck am I?

I did not feel safe.

But I felt safer in the sexual expression than I did in resisting it.

They won't tell you which country until you sign the NDA because so many women have gone after him.

I was laying in bed at home and my kids were asking me for breakfast.

I couldn't even get out of bed.

Like I was just not even a human. I wasn't even a shell of a human. The One of the stranger gifts of having been inside a high control group and then getting out

is that you end up with two points of reference, being out and being in. You know what it feels

like to think the way they think on the inside, the certainty of it, the way the framework

answers every question before you've even finished asking it.

The way anything outside the framework isn't just wrong, it's dangerous, a sign of weakness,

of ego, of entities trying to pull you off your path. When you're inside, you genuinely believe

you have the superior perspective, that you see more clearly than the people on the outside, that their confusion is simply a reflection of how unenlightened they are.

And then you get out.

And you realize something that took me years to fully absorb.

Those of us who have been inside and come out don't have less

perspective than the people who were never in. We have more. We know what it's like to think

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