You're happy to be trapped in My seductive games. Eager to please, to obey, to do as I command. You're a drooling zombie for Me, aren't you? Addicted to My curves, My eyes, My lips, My voice. Watching drool glide over My chin and knowing that you can't do anything but follow along, letting it pour down your own. But what's this? Zombie, I told you to stop. Why are you still drooling...?