At this moment, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be—on your knees before me. You know it. You feel it. Meeting my gaze is a privilege, one that strips away every illusion you’ve ever had about control. In my eyes, you see your future… your purpose. There is no escape. Weak, inferior, trembling—you dissolve under the weight of my presence. My power. My beauty. My absolute dominance. The more you stare, the more you surrender, until you’re nothing but mine to command. You ache to admire, to worship, to give me everything—your body, your mind, your spirit. And in return? The rarest gift of all: my attention. My eye contact. My claim over you. You’ll never be free. You’ll never want to be.
