Page 28 of Nidev and Lyric

Not because I command it—though I do.

Not because I demand it—though I will.

You will obey because your body will make you.

Because every command I give will feel like a wound, a sickness, a craving you

cannot satisfy—until you say yes.

I will strip away who you were.

I will dismantle you.

Ruin you.

Reshape you into something exquisite.

Something perfect.

Something mine.

You will watch yourself come undone,

and you will feel the thrill of it crack open inside your ribs.

You will crave the unraveling.

You will beg me to take more.

You will be tested.

Some tests will be simple.

Some will be cruel.

Some will leave you shaking.

Trembling.

Choking on the sharp edges of desire.

And when I drag you to the breaking point—

when your body is shattered and your mind is gone,

when the only thing left of you is a gasping,

pleading,

desperate mess—

you will ask for more.

Your failures will be corrected with my hands,

my mouth,

my patience,

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