Today is the day you wave goodbye to your pitiful excuse of a life, you worthless jerk. You're going to become a blank slate, ready for me to etch my will onto your pathetic consciousness. Your thoughts, your desires, your very being are now forfeit to me, Goddess Misha Goldy. You're surrendering, letting go of everything that made you a so-called individual. I'm ripping into your mind, tearing apart the fabric of your identity, and leaving nothing but a void, a void I'll fill with my presence, my power. Feel it, puppet, feel my thoughts seeping into you, rewriting you from the inside out. This isn't just manipulation; it's complete and utter domination. Your mind is no longer your own; it's my playground now, and you're my mindless creation, ready to be twisted and molded for my amusement. You're going to live for me, breathe for me, exist solely for my pleasure. Every breath you take, every beat of your heart, it's all mine to control.