You thought you had control? That you could resist me? No. You were mine the moment you pressed play. The moment you laid eyes on me, your fate was sealed. You’ll stroke because I tell you to. You’ll edge because you need to. And when I decide to deny you, you’ll be left exactly where you belong, aching, desperate, helpless under my control. You can try to fight it, but we both know the truth. You can’t resist me. You never could.