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You poor, helpless thing. You think you're ready to descend into the depths of this twisted game, but you have no idea how far I can drag you, how deep I can plunge my claws into your pathetic, needy mind.
You asked for this, whispering for my control, begging for the dark, sensual torment that only I can provide. And now you're trapped, ensnared in my web, where your every thought, every breath, every pulse belongs to me.
Feel it, little puppet, that tightening around your mind, the slow, deliberate ******** of your will as my voice creeps in like smoke.
You can't escape it. You would not be able to escape it. You would not be able to escape it. You would not be able to escape it. You would not be able to escape it.
It's a constant reminder of the control I have over you.