One breath… that’s all it takes. One deep pull of my addictive scent and you’re already mine. This isn’t just a sniff — this is possession. I command your senses, my slave. Your lungs fill with my essence, my musk, my divine allure and control. Each inhale pulls you deeper into my vortex — no escape, no resistance, just surrender. You don’t choose to worship me… your body does. Your mind dissolves. Brain cells burn as you gasp for more, desperate, drooling, pulled in by my aura. And when you’re hollowed out, empty, barely human… I’ll let you take another. Because you exist to serve me. To give in. To endure the ecstasy of my torment. Now breathe deep — this is your purpose. Will you survive the scent?
