You want me, do you?

I’ve been wanted by many people, certainly. People of greater wealth and power than you, and people with nothing at all to give.

So, can you prove to me, how much you truly want me?

Would you give up your mind, your senses, your every thought to me? I would take good care of them, of course. You would only think as I want you to, but it’s a small trade-off for pleasures you’ve never known before.

And you would do this for me, wouldn’t you? Because it gives you such a rush to fulfil my every order. You want this, deep down you truly want me to dominate your very being. To feel my teeth nip at your neck, my breath hot on your ears, my every scale caresss your ssskin…Ah, excuse me. Falling into old habits.

Every sensation will only make you desire me more. Even now, as you stand here, your wants grow stronger, you want everything I’m promising and more. In the end, you will be ruled by them. The want to look into my eyes, the want to listen to my voice, and at last, the want to submit.

So, you think you want me? How foolish.

You are already mine.

(I'm not a good writer, please be gentle)