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This isn’t a challenge.
It’s a warning. I see the tension in your body already, hopeful, twitching, desperate to win.
But there is no winning here.
Only edging. Only craving. Only collapse.
Because this game was rigged from the moment you pressed play. I’ll whisper the rules.
I’ll smirk when you start to break them.
And when you fall apart for Me,
again, and again, and again,
you’ll realize… You never stood a chance. This isn’t play.
This is power. And you?
You’ll lose this game.