Just Ava then, as if I were only communicating with one.
We both already know how good it feels to hear soft slow words of a man. We are empty vessels and his guidance fills us. We live for his steady drone and we loathe the pain of its absence.
That certainly sounds like the voice of experience. And so like you to tempt a cunt to venture back to her Master's house, to call her an empty vessel. Then you call me jealous of your position, of a cunt's position. You sure you've not enjoying it on some level? Those aren't the actions of someone desperate to leave.
Marcus isn't going to put you out of your misery. If he wanted you dead, you'd be dead. You're his puppet, remember? His empty vessel who goes around taunting and capturing cunts apparently. His empty vessel who apparently wants an FRA swat team of her own. You're too valuable to him alive and too far gone if you believe he accomplished his victories alone.
You leap from one method of exonerating yourself from guilt and responsibility to another. You tortured your best friend, you killed men, you incited the wrath of the most powerful men in the country; but no, you're not responsible for your actions, the occupation of Salize is to blame. You sit within Civilisation LLP telling cunts how great it is to kneel and serve, to be empty dolls for their masters to fill, to be pain sluts like you; but no, of course you don't really like it, you're just brainwashed and deep down hoping for your own rescue while you thwart the rescue of others. Are you starting to see the common thread? Yeah, you really typify "pretending to enjoy it".
We know this, but you have lost your audience.
And yet, you keep replying. The most dangerous, most heavily trained and controlled cunt in the Empire keeps replying. You know, I think I like this audience.
Although, so many cunts have been stripped from their masters, those poor lost with bare necks.
Which are more impoverished, Ava? The owned cunts or "those poor lost with bare necks"? Can you follow your own stream of consciousness anymore?
A de-programmer cannot unravel the webs of truth and order once woven by a Master. That is, unless she had once found herself ensnared in his weaving. Perhaps his work was shoddy.
No? I can't unravel it? You seem unraveled already. If you don't accept the "web of truth" then is Marcus not your Master? Maybe his work is shoddy, maybe the raw material was unworkable. You tell me.
No one can help you until you're honest with yourself. You're getting closer to the truth. When you're there, then maybe you'll be able to accept assistance. I can't even begin to help someone who's not honest with themselves.