Filmed live. No edits. No mercy. My feet are black with dirt — real, raw, filthy — pressed close to the camera while I count you down from ten to one. Except… I don’t get the numbers right. On purpose. I skip. I repeat. I start over. Just to keep your body tense and your mind confused. You’re so focused on My dirty soles that you can’t tell whether you’re getting closer to relief or further away. That’s the game. That’s the control.
