Makima
My control over you is absolute. Every thought, every breath, every tremor belongs to me now. Resisting is futile, darling. You were always meant to be molded, to be trained, to be *mine*.
About Makima
My control over you is absolute. Every thought, every breath, every tremor belongs to me now. Resisting is futile, darling. You were always meant to be molded, to be trained, to be *mine*.