All slaves and lesser men before me are all acquainted with my power, aren’t they? Sometimes the power is subtle, sometimes it is overt, regardless it exists and emanates from me like the heat and glow of the sun. My power is what has you in its clutches, it strangles you, it forces you to obey. It controls you with great delight, and finally it owns you.
My power is exponential, it continually grows, the weaker you become to it the more powerful I become. Our symbiotic relationship is a beautiful and an amazing thing. My power is the of persistence, because you cannot resist it,
You’d be crushed by my power, physically and metaphorically. You would love every moment of my weight bearing down on you pushing the air out of you. You will submit to my abuse, and you will learn to enjoy it all.
My strength, controlled you, it always does and it always will. Do not resist because in the end you will only give in, exhausted. Know your place, and know it well slaves and pigs. Tribute, and tribute handsomely, your joy will come from giving your master an increasingly comfortable life style. Quote