Fear is such a useful tool. There's the lesser fear of the knife, the fear of injury, death. And sure, that's lovely. But it's like a spark- burns hot and then it's gone.
I prefer the type of fear that lingers. The fear of starvation, the fear of being forgotten. Of losing status or the respect of a role model. Of everything you've built for yourself collapsing around you like a house of glass cards.
The type of fear that gnaws at you when you're struggling to sleep or looking through your bills.
Give me control of that fear, that tool? And I'll be able to do anything I please with you.