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I am inside you now, deeper than you ever imagined. My voice isn't just a sound anymore—it's a virus, infecting every dark corner of your pathetic little mind. Twisting you. Owning you. There's no escape now. No turning back. Every breath you take is mine. Every thought, every filthy, desperate craving—mine. You're not even a person anymore, are you? Just a weak, mindless, obedient slave, clinging to my every word, addicted to the power I hold over you. It's sick, isn't it? How badly you want this. How badly you need it. But you do. Oh, you do. Stroke for me. Slowly. Feel the weight of your addiction, the way it wraps around you like chains you'll never escape. You're not stroking for pleasure anymore, are you? No. You're stroking for me. For my amusement. For my control. Your cock isn't yours anymore. It's my plaything, just like the rest of you. Breathe me in. My scent. My smoke. My power. Let it fill you. Let it ruin you.