I thought I had it figured out... charming them at the party, betting I could handle their 'games.' "Bring it on", I smiled. Now I'm strapped in this mask, tubes snaking into my nose and mouth, their hot streams flooding the basin, bubbling into my
This is your only view—looking up at the one who owns you. You don’t think unless I allow it. You don’t breathe without my permission. My gaze doesn’t just demand obedience… it owns your will.
