I’m going to overdose you slowly, deliberately, until your entire existence revolves around chasing the next hit of my voice.look at you. already obedient, already tumbling deeper down the rabbit hole even though part of you screams to stop.that little voice is getting quieter every day, isn’t it?under layers of lust I’ve carefully wrapped around your brain.this is addiction fetish at its purest: not just wanting me, but needing me to even function.
