Look at me, glistening and spoiled, grinding exactly where you ache to be ruined. I wrapped your head around my little finger and turned your desires into an obsession. You keep feeding me, buying me what I want, and every notification is another thread tying you tighter to my will.
You think the first time was a mistake, that you won’t cave again, but I know better. I know what your cravings sound like, and the sound of you begging for more is my favorite kind of music. So tell me, can I make you break yourself all over again?