I Own You

Look at you, kneeling there, trying to get my attention. You know, there are so many of you submissive boys who think you can be my slave. As if just calling yourself my slave was as easy as just calling yourself that! No, you see, I own you already. I have already crawled up inside your psyche and penetrated the core of your being. But I don't owe you anything becaues you're not a slave-- you're just part of the mindless collective that worships me. You think serving me is all about the compulsive stroking you so happily do? You're not a person, you're a vessel. You're an easy target. It was so easy to consume you-- I didn't even have to know your name. I didn't need to know anything about you, I just knew you were weak. See, to be my slave is a concious commitment. Your desires are subconcious, they are obsession. You can't do anything about it. You are addicted and you will remain that way. You will slurp up the litany of poison I spew at you and jerk through it with abandon.