It’s too late for you now. I’ve caused you so much brain damage. You’re damaged goods to the world. So you might as well sit here and stay under control by me because you don’t have any other choices for yourself or your future. No, you can’t go back to normal. You’re too far gone. You’re fucked. I turned your little brain into mush. A puddle for me to swirl around over and over again. You’re just a weak submissive slave. You’re owned. Don’t try to fight it, it won’t ever work out for you.