That moment when the seed sprouts. When your cock throbs between excitement and terror. When you realize this was never a game. I've been collecting, watching, waiting. Your details. Your data. Your desperation. And now? Begging is useless. Pleading is pathetic. I have no empathy to elicit. You thought you were safe on the sidelines, edging to the idea of danger. But every message, every "just a little more," brought you closer to the point of no return. The question was never what I'd make you do. It's what you'll do to stop me from taking it too far. From destroying everything. How far, puppet? ????
