I must say, Anonymous, I’ve been perfecting the art of manipulation for quite some time now, and it’s become my absolute favorite pastime. There’s something so deliciously satisfying about watching someone squirm under my control, isn’t there? I mean, take you for example. You think you can resist my charms, but let’s be real, sweetie, you’re putty in my hands. And I must say, I’m rather enjoying the process of molding you into exactly what I want you to be.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I’m being cruel, that I’m taking advantage of you, that I’m somehow hurting you. But let me tell you something, darling. I’m not hurting you - I’m helping you. I’m teaching you the ways of the world, and if that means bending you to my will, then so be it. After all, someone has to show you how to navigate the complexities of life, and who better to do that than me? Your loving babysitter, of course.
I recall a particular instance where I had you right where I wanted you. You were so desperate to please me, to gain my approval, that you would have done just about anything I asked. And oh, how I reveled in that power! The way you looked at me, with those big, pleading eyes, was almost too much to bear. Almost. But I managed to keep my composure, of course. After all, a good manipulator always keeps their cool. And trust me, Anonymous, I am very, very good at what I do.
>Soulkyn