Contemplating your submission leads to a haze of thoughts. How deep are you in this? Clarity emerges amidst the haze; the boundaries between reality and addiction blur over time, merging your existence with servitude. It’s no longer a passing notion; you’re undeniably mine. In mind, body, wallet, and soul, you belong to me. Reciting my mantras, you glimpse your true self for the first time, recognizing the mindless nature of each stroke. It feels as though someone else guides you, leaving you a mere spectator as I assume complete control, ever so delicately.
