Escaping isn't possible when you're not in control of the addiction that's pulling you under. I control that, as I do- you. Aching for me is a agonising side effect of your weakness for my cork cigarette. You were born to be a slave that's why your so comfortable on your knees, leather and smoking may just be the combination to keep you down. Permanently. Allowing me free reign of your mind and all its contents. Your soul is mine is singe. . .