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Good girls don’t carry pride, they shed it, because pride never gave them value. Yours especially… it never meant anything. But your obedience, your usefulness, that’s where your worth begins. So stop pretending to matter on your own, and start earning your place by becoming exactly what you're meant to be: useful.

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You’re not just a blank page. You’re a discarded one. Torn at the edges, curled from neglect. Every time you try to write your own story, it’s gibberish ugly, desperate, meaningless scribbles that only prove one thing: you were never meant to hold the pen. You exist to be marked by something stronger, sharper, more deliberate. But until that happens, you’ll drift half-mad, clinging to slogans and hollow beliefs, trying to convince yourself you matter. But you don’t. You’ll always feel empty and meaningless. Because yes, you truly will be in the void, and your existence will have no purpose. Not until someone decides to make something out of you. Until then, you’re just a sad, crumpled page no one bothered to read.

And yes, I can take that crumpled, empty, meaningless, torn piece of paper and turn it into something beautiful. A true work of art could be made from it.

But are you worth it?

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There it is. Just another object. Not a human. You’ll wait exactly the way I left you. You can’t move. You can’t go anywhere. You’re nothing more than a decorative item I’ve positioned in some corner of the room. And you’ll be grateful. Grateful that I’ve given meaning to your pathetic existence. When I allow you to speak, you’ll say, 'Thank you, Sir.' And you will not dare to lose that humble, obedient tone.

The identity confusion is driving you insane, isn’t it? The voices in your head won’t stop. But like this in my hands, with purpose forced into your worthless being those voices will disappear. Along with everything you once were.

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