You're inconsolably addicted to my existence. It was game over as soon as we locked eyes. My angelic face, my seductive yet soothing voice that flows from my luscious lips. You're so easily triggered by me that it's completely debilitating. You're rendered completely dysfunctional in my presence.

But you're nothing special. Nothing noteworthy or remotely spectacular. You're simply another malleable little mind for me to toy with. To trigger and tease.
You're just a fool for my amusement.