You weren’t built for softness, comfort, or affection — and in this clip, I strip away the fantasy that you ever were.
For 13 minutes, I break down the illusion of significance and replace it with a harsher truth: your role isn’t romance or connection… it’s existing inside my storms, my moods, and my entertainment. You’re positioned not as a partner, but as an object shaped by obsession, weakness, and dependency — something created to react, unravel, and exist for my amusement.
I dismantle your identity piece by piece, claiming your flaws, your insecurities, and your desire as tools I bend to my will. The more you accept the humiliation and chaos of belonging to me, the clearer your purpose becomes — not loved, not chosen, but kept in my orbit because I enjoy watching you submit to it.
This is psychological dominance, identity erosion, and ownership as reality — a reminder that you weren’t made for love…
You were made for me.
For my storms.
For my thrill.
For my amusement.
