i hand you the finished contract.
we've talked through these terms many times. you know what's written down. no need to read the entire thing again. just one swift motion with the pen, and your new life begins.
this is what you've dreamt of for months now, ever since i brought it up. that one night, where we both had a little too much to drink, but a lot of fun. finally, after all this time, i'll own you. no more need to worry, no more need to think, no more need for your frankly exhausting performance of how you believe a regular human being acts.
but as your eyes dart across the page on their way to the dotted line at the bottom, you pause. you've realize something. something terrible.
i've typed out the entire contract in cat font alphabet
