Go ahead, tell yourself you’re in control. Lie to yourself one last time. Pretend you’re only here to “look” or “browse,” as if men like you ever have any self-control.
Face it, beta. U’re weak. Powerless. Owned. No control. No purpose. Just a pathetic little puppet for me to tease, deny, and break. And the best part? U can’t stop. U don’t want to... It’s all u were made for.
