How does it feel to know I have engineered my triggers into the very fabric of your brain? In between every brain fold my poisonous eggs are holding you hostage. You want to escape? Too bad. You can’t run away from my reprogramming. You are not a person anymore, you are my dumb robot drone. I don’t need chains or whips to enslave you, my voice already has you addicted. I could dress you up in humiliating clothes to show my ownership over you or I could say one word and snap my fingers. At any time I decide to showcase how deeply I have enslaved your brain it will be as easy as flicking a li... Show more