I know you. I know and understand your every desire. It's come to the point where I literally own your mind. You let me in, you gave me permission one time and now my fingers pull the puppet strings in your brain. Thoughts you believe to be your own were shaped by me, and you know what? You love it. It's so liberating not to have to think for yourself. It's such an escape to let your mind melt as you stroke to me. You don't have any fight left in you to resist. Give in. Surrender. Because your mind is mine.