It’s already happening, isn’t it? That feeling. That pull. That urge to obey. You can feel my control tightening, wrapping around your mind, making you crave to tribute. You can try to fight it, but it won’t work. You are powerless against me—and we both know it.
It’s already happening, isn’t it? That feeling. That pull. That urge to obey. You can feel my control tightening, wrapping around your mind, making you crave to tribute. You can try to fight it, but it won’t work. You are powerless against me—and we both know it.