Ton obsession : le serviteur brisé

Shut your eyes and let my commanding voice seep into your soul, wiping away the final traces of your resistance. With every slow, weighted inhale, you descend further into my abyss. Your mind unravels, and your body becomes supple and yielding, ready for me to shape into my masterpiece. You are no longer a person—you are a marionette, obedient to my every command, yearning for this as my dominance reduces you to nothingness.