You mistakenly believe you have a chance, oblivious to the fact that I’ve had you under my thumb for ages. I’ve become an integral part of your existence; without me, you’d be adrift.
Now, I want you to shed that last vestige of self-awareness. You’re nothing but my mindless jerk zombie, existing solely for my pleasure. Your sole purpose is to worship me, to serve me.
You belong entirely to me. Look into my eyes as you chant those words. Fixate on my tantalizing curves as you repeat, “I am Goddess Lindsey’s,” over and over again…
