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You’ve spent an entire year under Me. One year of bending. Obeying. Performing. Confessing. Surrendering. Every task I gave you chipped away at the illusion that you were safe. That you were normal. That this was just a game. Now it’s time for your final task. A chance to reflect. A moment of clarity. Because you need the ending to be just as violating as the beginning. And maybe it’s not the end at all. Maybe this is just the beginning of something else…