Look at you, checking your phone like a good little pet. You're mine now — every pathetic inch of you. I don't care where you are, what you're doing, or who might see. When I text, you obey. Immediately. No questions. No hesitation. I'm going to break you down piece by piece and you're going to thank me for every second of it. Now — tell me what you're wearing. I want to know exactly what needs to come off.