You lock eyes with me, shaking, craving release, but I keep you teetering on the edge. Each deliberate breath I instruct you to take drags you closer to what you want—only for me to snatch it away at the last moment. Just when you think you’re free, I dismantle your pleasure, leaving you wrecked and defeated. You’ll beg, cry, and surrender, but my control is absolute. Your destruction is inevitable, and I am the one who delivers it.