I knew you’d “fail” your mission… because I designed it that way.
You return to my interrogation room exactly as I planned, needing guidance, correction, and a reminder of who gives the orders. I take charge with my strap-on, making you feel every moment of your punishment while I shape you into the obedient asset I always intended you to be.
Your new role? Follow my commands, seduce my targets, and bring me what I want.
You weren’t meant to succeed. You were meant to obey.
