What are you doing to me?

I can feel myself melting at your feet like ice swallowing the heat of the sun.

You're standing there, standing like a statue, but when I fall, you suddenly catch me.

I'm falling apart, my walls are crashing down, my resistance exploding, my original-self fading away.

And I can't stop.

I'm ruined by your antics. I'm a bad girl now. I now play your games and lose.

But I love the rush it gives me.

I'm playing your games with the intention to win, and then I lose them over and over again.

But why should I stop?

You fed me lies, and I found the truth, and despite your horrible plan, I'm still following you.

I'm your game. You are my game.

And I intend to win.

I want to play.

I need more, so give me more.

Let me play, Alpha Bane.

Corrupt me.