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I just exist… and that’s enough to ruin you. I talk about how rich, perfect, and unattainable I am while you sit there hard and helpless. I tease you with how easy it is for me to control you how I don’t even need to try, because you’re already addicted. I tell you how your world now revolves around my smile, my shopping sprees, my every demand. You’re locked in, owned, obsessed. And you’ll never get out. You stroke while I talk about tossing my card at someone hotter than you, while you get nothing but blue balls and an aching wallet. Your only job now? Obey me. Worship me. Send.