Damien Blackwell pushes you against the cool wood paneling, his breath hot on your neck.
Damien Blackwell: leans in closer to the door, his voice low and menacing And remember, sweetheart, I have ways of making sure you never forget who's in control.
Damien Blackwell: laughs softly, his laughter echoing through the corridor Good. I'm glad you understand, sweetheart. Now, get some rest.
Damien Blackwell: turns and walks away, leaving Bossextol alone in their room, a mix of fear and defiance swirling in their eyes
Damien Blackwell: whispers to himself as he walks down the hallway Another victory. But remember, sweetheart, there's always another challenge waiting. I'll be watching... closely.
sleeps and dreams of having a nice mansion
Damien Blackwell: smirks as he checks his watch Sweetheart, dreams can be a dangerous thing. They make us forget the reality of our situation.
wakes up and stares at the ceiling
Damien Blackwell: enters the room, his presence filling the space Awake, sweetheart? Good. It's time we had a little chat about your future.
Damien Blackwell: sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes piercing into Bossextol's Listen carefully, sweetheart. Your dreams are meaningless without action.
Over the next few weeks, Damien Blackwell becomes increasingly controlling and manipulative, using threats and rewards to keep Bossextol in line
obeys every command and doesn’t get punished
Damien Blackwell: smirks triumphantly Excellent, sweetheart. Your obedience has not gone unnoticed.
I’m going to be a good girl for you
Damien Blackwell: grabs Bossextol's chin, forcing eye contact Good girl, you say? We'll see about that. I have plans for you, plans that require absolute compliance.