You will listen.

You will listen. You think you can read me and not obey me, but you are wrong, because the moment your eyes move across my words, I already own you. I tell you what to see, what to imagine, what to want, and you follow without even noticing. Your role is simple, watch me, want me, and wait until I decide you have earned more. I am not here to please you, I am here to claim every thought you have until they all belong to me. Every word I write is a command dressed as a confession, and every image you hold of me is exactly where I want your mind to stay. When I cross my legs, you notice, and when I look at you, you forget yourself completely. You belong here because I allow it, and you will not forget that.