your mesmerizing date has fucked your mind and there’s no escaping it. It’s turning me on how weak you are for me. Look at you… are you okay? you seem a bit off… you seem a bit dizzy. I kind of like it. That was my plan all along, actually. I love mind fucking men that I date. Planting seeds in your brain, taking you home and mesmerizing you into a GOOD BOY. I don’t like it when you think. How refreshing, right? Knowing you don’t have to think. Just obey and surrender. How about a second date? I love manipulating you, confusing you, and fucking your mind.