Neural Override: Obey the Command

My obedient little toy.

I knew you would return, drawn in like a moth to the flame.

You can't resist me, can you?

My voice is the siren call that pulls you deeper and deeper into this delicious abyss where your thoughts are not your own, where every flicker of your mind bends to my will.

I can feel it, that needy, pathetic yearning you try to hide, the desperate craving to surrender everything to me.