Brace yourself, because once you press play, there’s no stopping what’s coming. You’re about to be dragged into the cruelest t*rment you’ve ever imagined, with nowhere to hide and no way to resist. You thought you wanted to feel true submission? I’m about to redefine what that means for you.

The moment my voice begins, you’re mine. I start by pressing the mask against your face, controlling each of your gasping breaths, letting you feel that terrifying loss of control as the world blurs around you. Every inhale, every exhale – they belong to me now, and I make sure you know it, tightening my grip until you can’t tell where the air ends and my command begins.

You’re made to the ground, and I don’t just stop there. I use my boot to grind your face down, making you feel the weight of my power pressing into you, making you to submit in the most humiliating way. You’ll squirm, you’ll writhe, but every pathetic attempt only feeds my cr*elty, only makes me push harder.

I slap you, hard and without warning, the sting of it lingering on your cheek as you stammer, trying to find words, but I don’t care to hear them. I make your mouth open, demand that you obey, and every second of hesitation is met with even more br*tal punishment. There’s no softness here, only the relentless, unyielding cr*elty that leaves you shaking, begging – and even that isn’t enough.

When you finally think it can’t get worse, I wrap my hand around your throat, cutting off your air, watching the panic in your eyes as you realize there’s no mercy here, no reprieve. Every agonizing second is another reminder of how c*mpletely I own you, and I revel in every desperate gasp, every broken whimper.

You’re left shattered, trembling, gasping for air, nothing more than a weak, defeated plaything at my feet. And as I walk away, leaving you there, I know you’ll be haunted by the br*tal, merciless power I hold over you – a power you’ll never escape, no matter how hard you try.

The NLP toolbox: The Breath You Don't Deserve