Your body, my choice.

You can’t resist what you can’t fight, darling. Not when I’m in your head, pulling at the strings of your mind. I’ll pull you in, twist you around my finger, and leave you begging for more. Becoming more addicted and deeply captivated with every word. Every word I speak will be a step closer to your downfall, and you’ll savor every second of it.

You thought you could finally resist it but who are you joking? Your whole life is one constant relapse. I know you've told yourself you are stronger, or that you could handle it on your own but deep down, you already know...this is where you belong. You don’t realize it but your relapse is already mine. Let this be your last relapse, you promise.

You’re on the edge, aren't you? Just teetering on the brink of something... dangerous. You know what you want, but don’t know what it will cost you. I want to know about how this is getting in the way of your job, your relationships, your life. I want to hear about the insane things you've done to accommodate this habit. When you’re completely tangled in my web, you’ll wonder how you ever lived without me.

Are you into crypto? Call me! I love your calls! I have no idea what you’re talking about but the enthusiasm with which you’re willing to spend for me to hear your voice, makes me blush, and you know what happens when I blush, don’t you?