I know you feel it.  That hunger.  That dark and desperate need to controlled.  To suffer.  To be destroyed.  It's okay.  I feel it too.  That's why we compliment each other so much.  We both want the same thing.  We both have the hunger.  We both like the danger.  It's a beautiful thing.  I can sense your love.  I can feel your longing.  You want me to ruin you.  And I am so tempted to give you what you need.  Nine minutes of brainwashing for all those poor souls who crave ruin.