You stand before me, trembling, a broken shell of who you once were. You are but a puppet on my strings, bound by my will, every inch of you mine to command. You belong to me, and you will obey, always.
You stand before me, trembling, a broken shell of who you once were. You are but a puppet on my strings, bound by my will, every inch of you mine to command. You belong to me, and you will obey, always.