You crave my denial. You crave my cruel words that rip into your ego, putting you in your place reminding you just how pathetic you truly are. You crave my commands, they give you a sense of purpose. When I’m done destroying any ounce of control you thought you had, I’ll laugh in your face mocking how weak you truly are. Before long you’ll be a broken, completely subdued version of your former self. How far will you go for me? How deep will you sink into your subspace?