You may have accepted your weakness, your inferiority, your true submissive nature. You may have given into my power and control, knowing full well that it’s meaningless to escape the urge. You may agree that there truly is no other place or purpose for a slave like you. But I see through even those willful confessions. I know there’s still a part of you who is holding back, cutting corners, cheating. You think if you can preserve just a tiny part of yourself, you still hold the strength to consider yourself more than what you are. As if any of this was your choice. You’re lying to yourself. You haven’t given me all that you can. You aren’t capable of preserving anything. And the more you hold back, the further you fall from any meaningful reward. As long as you continue denying that you haven’t sacrificed all that you can in the name of serving your purpose, I have no use for you. So heed my warning and advice: accept your failures and redeem yourself. Before it’s too late.