so deep into your addiction that you’re back again, relapsing to please your brat... every time you swear it’s the last, but the brainwashing runs deep, doesn’t it? I own you, you are nothing but a hopeless finsub programmed to keep sending.
Isn’t it ironic? You’re tall, you’ve got those big hands, and yet, here I am - tiny and delicate but completely dominating you. I own your mind, your will, and your wallet. Honestly, it’s funny how easily I can undo you, don’t you think?
