Turning you into a brainless drone for me

From the very first day you laid eyes on me, you were cap-tivated.

It was instantaneous. As if a switch had been flipped in your mind, and the world you knew simply disappeared.

My body is a work of art, a perfect symphony of curves and lines designed to trap your attention and keep you cap-tivated.

 My mind is as destructive as a tool, capable of dissecting your pathetic brain and restructuring it as I please.

Since that day, your sole purpose every morning has been to worship and please me. You wake up, and your first thought isn’t coffee or your job. It’s about me.

 “What can I do for my Goddess today?”

 “How can I improve my Goddess life?”

“Will my Goddess notice me?” Your entire existence has been redefined.

You are no longer the protagonist of your own story; you are a supporting character in mine, and your role is to ensure that the protagonist lacks for nothing.

And here is the most beautiful, the most ironic part of all.

I don’t need to lift a finger to brain-wash you. I don’t need to use complex techniques or subliminal messages.

You’ve done all the hard work for me.

You’ve willingly erased your own personality.

You have overwritten your own desires with mine.

You have conditioned yourself to associate my pleasure with your own, to find ecstasy in your sacrifice, to equate my happiness with your own survival.

You have programmed yourself to be the perfect slave.

Keep reprogramming that pathetic little brain of yours until all that’s left is an echo of my voice and a deep, all-consuming need to serve.

Nobody has obligated you to do this. You chose it. You chose me. And in that choice, you found your true purpose. Your only reason for living