Back again? I figured you would be. Once you’ve had a little taste of my honeyed words, it’s impossible to stay away. Your obsession flows faster through your veins with every syllable out of my mouth. I’ve given you a new addiction, yes, but a new purpose as well. Now that you’re in deep, you’re here to serve. It’s odd, really. I could say the cruelest things imaginable to you and you’d come crawling back for more, thinking it the sweetest poison around. You don’t deserve the honor of my perfect company, the pleasure of waiting on me hand and foot. You’ll never be worthy, but you’ll serve me nonetheless, doing whatever I say, whenever I say it. You didn’t think your words alone were enough for me, did you? Your words alone mean nothing to me, even as mine have ensnared you. My voice may be my sharpest tool, but my perfect ass will bind you to my will, shaping you into the most perfect puppet for my whims. Whatever I ask of you, you’ll do it blindly, won’t you? Your new obsession comes with a driving purpose and a relentless taskmistress.
