Ensnared by Blackmail and the Scent of Your Surrender
149 100%
,jpeg/025/639/161/1280x720.1.jpg)
You're already pathetic, but I'll drag you even deeper into submission. With every breath of that aroma, I'll peel away the last fragments of your willpower. You'll inhale it again and again, each breath binding you tighter to my dominance, leaving you utterly powerless to resist. As the scent consumes you, I'll murmur dark threats of blackmail in your ear, relishing how far you'll go to protect your pitiful secrets—even though we both know I've already claimed total victory over you.
Video Transcription
You can't even begin to imagine how deep I can break you.
You think you've already surrendered, that you've already sunk into your weakness,
but you haven't even started to realize how pathetic and insignificant you can become under me.
With every breath of that ********* scent, with every time you draw that air into your lungs,
your pathetic will evaporate like mist under the burning sun of my superiority.
