Remember when this was all just a fantasy? Now look at you. Bound, gagged, dumped into the trunk of My car. The fear, the rush, the dopamine filling your body when you hear My gloves grip the wheel, the sound of My blinker as I take you wherever the fuck I want, Me turning up the music and weaponizing My laughs to silence your screams and cries for mercy. And where you're going, you won't need anything. Only a very high tolerance for danger and My risky games.

Remember when this was all just a fantasy? Now look at you. Bound, gagged, dumped into the trunk of My car. The fear, the rush, the dopamine filling your body when you hear My gloves grip the wheel, the sound of My blinker as I take you wherever the fuck I want, Me turning up the music and weaponizing My laughs to silence your screams and cries for mercy. And where you're going, you won't need anything. Only a very high tolerance for danger and My risky games.