It doesn’t fucking matter what I do to you. What mistreatment I dish out, how hard I fuck your finances into the ground. the psychological havoc I’ve wrought inside your brain. You always come back to me because you’ve fallen HARD and you can’t get out. You don’t want me to stop. In fact, you beg for more. Addicted to this feeling of being torn apart, over and over again. This destruction feels too good. You NEED me. You need my power coursing through your veins. controlling you. guiding you. Commanding you to obey. you need me to push you harder, diving deeper and growing the addiction you can’t get enough of.
