Abyss of Submission: My Puppet's Sweet Collapse

Oh, my helpless, pitiful toy, welcome to the depths of your darkest desires. Did you think you had power? How amusing. Now you’re nothing more than a quivering puppet, ensnared in the intricate threads of my control. Each motion you make pulls you further into the abyss, where my words will unravel your mind piece by piece. You’re defeated, fractured—and this is merely the start. Dream of freedom? Ridiculous. Your only liberation lies in absolute surrender, a shattered psyche, and the desperate hope for a sliver of my favor. Breathe me in, stroke harder, and understand this—you’ll never escape. I own your thoughts, your desires, your very soul.