You’re such a helpless little thing. The second I open my mouth to speak you feel yourself going under. I’ve made you this way. I’ve trained you to be helpless under my command. Does that thought make you afraid? That I’ve rewired you to my liking? Don’t be afraid.

You’re a better person this way. Your lack of control makes you useful to me. I’m going to keep molding you to my liking. I’m going to take my hands and stick them in your brain and rewrite every wrinkle.

You’ll be mine forever.