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La marionnette de Medusa
13:51
Publié: 05.01.2024 • Masquer
As you sit there, staring at your screen, lost in a trance-like state, you can't help but feel the weight of my words bearing down upon you. Your mind is my plaything, my puppet on a string, and I delight in pulling those strings to make you dance to my tune. You are addicted to my cruel verbal humiliation, and you can't get enough of it. The more I degrade you, the more you crave it, I am your puppet master, and you are my willing slave, ready and willing to do anything I ask of you. I will use you over and over again, like a dirty little toy that I play with when I'm bored. I'll make you feel worthless, pathetic, weak - all the things that you truly are. And as you sink deeper into your addiction, your mind will continue to brake under the constant onslaught of insults.
