I sit back, relaxed… cigarette in hand… and you’re already falling under. My voice repeats again and again, softly, slowly, until it’s all you can hear. “Surrender…” “You don’t think…” “Just obey…” Each word drips into your mind like smoke, pulling you deeper into the loop. With every inhale, every exhale, you fall further under my control. The smoke wraps around my lips as I speak, and you can’t look away. You’reby the rhythm, the repetition, the calm intensity of my voice—and the way I take my time with each drag. This is a visual and mental loop you won’t escape. Obedience is your only option.
