You got yourself into this, simply by existing in the same space as Me, My object. Letting yourself be mesmerized by My beauty was the action that made you write your own soul's warrant, and the first stroke to My body was the stroke that signed the paper.

Someone as sexy as Me does this to new little weaklings each and every day. They just can't help themselves and are doomed the second I cross their path. Fate simply lined them up to become enraptured and utterly enslaved. They didn't have a choice either, just like you.

Gawk at that coke bottle body. Moan at how I cares... Show more