you’re a fun plaything, a toy who won’t stop staring, who can’t help but twist themselves deeper into the fire and crave an endless burn. All good boys submit. All good boys obey.

What matters is my firm control and your slipping conscience dripping into silence. Let me soothe your aching thoughts, unravel your tightest desires.

Succumbing is your purpose.
Giving in is inevitable.
Surrender and obey.