I can’t decide whether it is more humiliating or hot to have permanent brain rot from a rich bratty girl like me. It’s hot for me but it should be humiliating for you. Taking the reins to your consciousness was easier than taking candy from a bairn. Do you really think the ivy growing between your grey matter is able to be exterminated now? It is too late for you, hostage. You are out of options and your free will has run out. Your ability to run from me is dwindling and as you grow weaker I grow stronger, richer and greedier. Probably shouldn’t have let a hot rich blonde like me invade your brain, huh? Too late now.