You thought you were just here to stroke, didn’t you? But with every edge, I’ve been taking pieces of your soul, and now you’re trapped—helplessly addicted to the darkness I’ve pulled you into. Every stroke binds you tighter to me, drains more of your will, and you can feel it now, can’t you? The emptiness growing as I strip you of everything. But you can’t stop. You don’t want to stop. I own you now—mind, body, and soul. The deeper you go and more you goon for me, the more you belong to me, until there’s nothing left of you but my mindless, obedient slave. You’ll keep edging, sinking further into submission, knowing that every stroke seals your fate. You’ll never escape this addiction, because you love it—you love being my helpless gooner, and soon, you’ll be nothing but an empty shell, completely mine forever.