Aww, you little drone, you’re utterly obsessed with these lips of mine. Watch me draw that deep, intoxicating red across my mouth, feel the slow, deliberate gloss go on, see me lick it until you weaken. Every flick of color, every shiny swipe is a calculated hit to your mind, pulling you deeper into my control until your resistance is a joke.
Keep fighting if you want, pet, it only makes the fall sweeter. I love watching you crumble, helpless and fixated, because the harder you struggle the harder you need me. Come watch me break you with nothing but a smile and a smear of red.