You stay because I say so.

You stay because I say so. You didn’t choose this, I chose it. You are here because I told you to be, and you will stay until I decide you have earned the right to leave. Your eyes belong on me, fixed where I put them, following every move I make. I control what you see, how close you get, and how much you are allowed. I can make you want so hard that it burns through every thought, and still deny you the one thing you think you need. I want you restless, burning to reach, desperate to imagine the way I would let you close. And then I pull it away, sharp, deliberate, because I decide when you have more. You don’t move me, I move you. And you will come back hungrier, because I know how to keep you that way.