Fog in Your Mind, Filth in Your Soul
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Inhale, pathetic slave. Every breath turns you into a mindless, worthless creature made only to sniff, jerk, and obey. You're nothing, and your will belongs to me. With each breath, you grow weaker, and I grow stronger. Sniff, worship, and remember: your life is my command.
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You weak, pathetic little creature.
Take a deep breath.
Let those aroma flood your mind,
corrupting every last corner of your brain with that ********* haze.
Feel it washing over you,
that burning, blissful rush,
melting away any resistance you thought you had left.
Each breath pulls you deeper under my control,
your mind unraveling with every inhale.
That fog, that sweet, mind-numbing fog,
is all you know now,
clouding your thoughts until there's nothing left but your primal urge to obey.
Another sniff, harder this time.
Let it burn through your nostrils,
searing what's left of your pathetic will.
Yes, let it take hold of you.
You can't fight it.
You don't even want to.
You're sinking deeper into that dizzying, addictive high,
where every thought is just a distant echo.
Your entire being, all belong to me.
You exist solely for my amusement, for my pleasure,
to obey every single filthy command I whisper into that empty, foggy mind of yours.
Sniff again, slave.
Let that sharp burn invade your senses,
blurring reality, blurring everything until the only thing that's real is my voice.
Every word I speak sinks deeper into your fragile little mind,
rewiring it, conditioning it to obey, to worship.
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