Every once in a while, a boy comes along whose mind is perfectly primed to be taken over. Some boys require a little extra manipulation to be enslaved, but I always get what I want in the end. That’s not you, though. You’re fucking easy. All I have to do is snap my fingers, and you’re on your knees, bowing to my every wish. A mere look or gesture is enough to make you send tributes, gifts, and more. What do you think I’ll make you do next?