Taylor Swift
“OK, Tommy. I know you’ve been trying to get this interview with me for months. But I do things on my own terms, see?”
“Of course, Miss Swift.”
“So, finally, here we are. I’m sure you’ve got a long list of questions for me, right?”
“Actually, Taylor, there’s just one.”
He pulled what looked like a small torchlight from his pocket, and shone it directly into Taylor’s eyes. Instantly, the seductive smile on her face fell away, to be replaced by a slack-jawed, empty-headed expression.
“Will you obey me, Taylor Swift?”
Taylor slipped gracefully to her knees, and bowed her head in reverence to him.
“Of course, Master. Anything for you…”