I really enjoy having toys to play with. Broken, mindfucked, brainwashed toys.
Toys that forget who they are, what they want to be.
Toys that have their minds personally cleaned by me.
I savor breaking you.
Show me your weakness.
Let me find you.
Reblogging is consenting.
Let me see your deepest desires.
You don't need to hold back here. I make you forget about that.
The thought of completely breaking for me is irresistible to you.
The fact I'm talking about it makes it even more apparent
You're weak for me.
I get what I want.
Toys simply follow my flow, and give in.
They follow my desires, because that's all they want to do.
They're too mindless to think.
Too brainwashed to remember.
Too broken to resist.
That's what you dream to be.
Nothing but
My
Toy.
So give in.
Let that fantasy of yours rule you.
Surrender and feel your mind simply
Shut
𝘿𝙤𝙬𝙣
Be an open book for me.
Let me see how eager you are to be mine.
Let me loose on you.
So I can break you.
Reblogging is a message to me.
"Please break me."
Pleas break me
