Stockholm Syndrome is fake silly - you think you loving me isn't genuine? Look - i'll leave the door unlocked - run if it isn't real. Maybe you struggled a little when I "adopted" you, but you know right where you belong now, right? You're in love with me, dummy.
You're helpless, aren't you? You can put on a big tough act, but we both know you'd be putty the second you were in my hands. It's almost a shame you're so pathetic - I would've loved to see you struggle. Keep being an empty, placid little puppy. Keep being good for me.
You're a princess, meant to be pampered and pretty and proper.
Getting your nails done long with elaborate designs, punished every time a priceless nail breaks until you learn that princesses have no need to use their own hands for anything but the softest and most careful of movements.
Covering you in diamonds and silk, silver and lace, glitter and gold. A shining piece of art to be admired by others, a walking beacon of envy as everyone around you wishes they could have even a moment in the life you've been given; the life that can just as easily be taken away.
You will learn to be dependent and obedient just as effortlessly as you wield power and grace. Put in your place as often as needed, even if that place is above others.
You are a princess. But who wears the crown?
princess just got home from work! sigh. i’m so burnt out. i really need someone between my legs to take the edge off. . . or maybe a job fit for a princess :(
one day am gonna be someones princess, baby, little girl n jus be babied all the times n never have to think about anythin cause they will take care of it for me n i jus get to be their tiny, silly lil kid :3