Oh little mouse, You know I’m dangerous. You know I will overpower you. And yet you run towards Me. You are powerless, helpless but you love it. You crave the feeling of being utterly weak, utterly caught. You cannot resist My temptation, even though you know it will be your downfall. You crave the sting of My claws in your brain, the perverse pleasure of My purr when I know you are completely, and utterly, Mine. I am the huntress, a predator, seeking out the prey caught in My Mousetrap. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else now, would you?
