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There's no reason to fight it. You already know this. You have been conditioned to the point where just the sound of my breath would drop you completely. You know how delicate I am, and whenever I'm whispering in your ears. You don't want to think, you can't even think. Let alone function, you are a brainless, mindless toy. A drooling mess for me. Yeah? Are you even reading this anymore and have you fallen already? Well, that's a sign that you are mine. My drooling mess. π