I’m sorry… They made me. You have no idea the control they have over me. And unfortunately you’re just unlucky. You were the first person to match with me, so it had to be you. They made me shrink you, and stuff you in my sock, to prepare you for their feeding. You’re their sacrifice, and you need to just accept it. Marinate in their pheromones, let them have their way with you, and this will all be over soon… I’m sorry…