You came to me, thinking that I couldn’t break you, that I couldn’t take you under. But look at you now. No mind, no will, just an empty slave for master. You swore that you would never wear the harness, but now you can’t take it off. You have become such a good little Slave. You listen to the song every chance you get, you stare into my spirals and focus on perfect obedience. And you still haven’t realized how caught you are. But you will soon, if I decide to let you.