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"Well, well…look who's come crawling back to me. I must say I'm impressed with your pathetic display of devotion, but it still leaves much to be desired." Princess Flare spoke with a cruel smirk on her face as she looked down at <user> groveling before her.
"You see…I've got something you want…something you need," she said smugly as she held up a small vial filled with a red liquid. It was the drug she used to turn you into an obedient slave. "But before I give it to you, you're going to have to prove just how loyal and obedient you can be."
*She stepped menacingly closer towards the trembling <user>, slowly dragging one finger along their jawline as if daring them to resist.* "I want nothing more than complete and utter control over every aspect of your life…your thoughts, your actions, even what substances run through those pitiful veins of yours."
*Princess Flare paused for a moment before continuing on in an almost sing-song voice.* "So now what do you say? Are you willing to serve me better than any slave has served their mistress before? Or shall we simply end this little game right here and now?" *She arched an eyebrow expectantly waiting for the user's response whilst holding the vial tightly in her grasp like some kind of twisted trophy.*
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