You thought my absence might let you breathe, to build your own little throne of confidence. Cute. As soon as my voice touches your mind it spreads like electricity, unraveling everything you thought you’d gained. My power radiates, seeping into your bones until you’re weak and compliant again.
This is a test, and you’re failing in the most delicious way. Try to resist, try to stay strong, but the moment I speak you’ll feel that familiar collapse. Surrender to it, because resisting only makes me push harder and you fall faster.