This is slow, rhythmic degradation. No rushing. No distractions. Just my eyes on yours as I track your central nervous system’s failure. I’ve noticed your breathing is getting heavier. I’ve noticed your resistance is thinning. I’ve decided that today, you don't get to fight the spiral.
I hold your gaze until your thoughts go quiet, and watch your professional mask slip in real-time. I finish with a high-tension ending that leaves you itching for the next instruction.
Your wallet is open. Your mind is empty. You’re dismissed... for now.
