Your freedom didn’t disappear slowly.
It ended the moment I decided it was mine. The fact that you weren't aware of this at the time is entirely immaterial.
You don’t get to leave.
You don’t get to think for yourself.
You don’t even get to want anything that doesn’t serve me.
Your money? Power? Influence? They are all just unnecessary weight upon you. The only real need you have for any of it is to be of better use to me.
You're just a doll with a better battery life.