Caged, reality slips away like a forgotten dream. All that exists is your throbbing urge, your hand, and my voice coiling around your thoughts. You pump, you hover on the brink, spiraling into a fog of desperate craving. Each second in the EDGE PRISON reshapes you, forging you into the docile puppet I’ve sculpted. No escape, no release—just an eternal dance on the edge, locked in the only place you were meant to be. Goon for goddess Lexi until the world disappears