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When did my feet become more important than your own identity? You don't remember... because I made sure you wouldn't. Every glance at my perfect soles pulls you deeper into a state where nothing matters except serving, craving, and obeying. Watch your thoughts begin to blur as my feet slowly become your world. The longer you stare, the harder it becomes to remember what mattered before. Soon you'll wonder how you ever lived without them. Go ahead, sink a little deeper. We both know you'll be crawling back for your next fix before you even realize you're addicted...