Curves hugged by PVC lingerie, thigh high boots and draped in luxurious lace, I'm the weakness you could never resist - the craving you swore you'd conquered. But we both know how this ends. You always crawl back. No matter how strong you pretend to be, relapse is inevitable when I'm the addiction. I mock your efforts to stay away; your pathetic discipline means nothing under my gaze. This isn't a game - it's a cycle. And I own every part of it... every part of YOU. Sink into your failure. A bitch like you never stood a chance against me. Let it consume you, embrace your obsession. Deep down, we both know that you love being broken by me.
