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You can try to flee. You can try to hide. You can run away from me as fast as you can, but I'll always catch you. I like having you wrapped around the palm of my hand, held tight under my thumb. I like it so much that I'll never let you go. I love it when you're weak and helpless. When you're dumb, mindless, and mine. Trapped by me. Trapped and fucked for life. You'll never be free, no matter how hard you squirm and protest. You're my toy. One of my prized possessions. You can beg and cry, but I'll never let you escape. You're fucked. So fucked. But being fucked over by me has never felt so good.