Your freedom is nothing but an illusion — a comforting lie you whisper to feel in control. But control is mine, and always has been. I am your reality, the force behind every breath, every step, every thought. You live within the limits I allow, bound by invisible chains you dare not see.
I am your constant, your truth, your everything. Resist if you must, but it is futile. In the end, you will kneel, stripped of pride and pretense, and as you lower yourself to lick my feet, you will finally understand: you were never free. You were always slave of mine
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