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This is what happens when your plushie falls under my control… it stops being cute, stops being special… and becomes exactly what I decide. Look at it now. Helpless. Reduced. Completely changed just because I wanted it that way. I take my time, letting you watch every moment, every shift, every reminder that I’m the one in charge here. I don’t care what it used to mean to you. That’s irrelevant now. What matters is what I turn it into… and how easily I do it. And you? You just stand there, watching, unable to do anything about it. Because once something is mine… I decide its fate.