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?
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.
