Putty in my hands
You are a block of clay.
You remotely resemble yourself, but that won't last long.
My fingers massage into you, changing you. Changing your body into the perfect slave girl template.
From here I will be able to change you into anything I want... Changing your mind and body into whoever I want.
You're putty in my hands... because you want to be.
This is the naked version of the file, without binaurals.