The Longer She Stands, The Less You Are
“Every second I stand here, there’s less of you.” He didn’t know the table had a mirrored underside.
A mirror doesn’t lie. It only shows you what you’ve become. This tag gathers moments of reflection, forced awareness, and the quiet horror of seeing yourself through Her eyes. Not who you pretend to be—who you really are when you kneel, when you obey, when you break. Scroll down. Look carefully. What stares back isn’t a man. It’s what’s left after she’s finished with you. And the worst part? You’ll want to see it again.
“Every second I stand here, there’s less of you.” He didn’t know the table had a mirrored underside.
“Look at yourself. That’s who you are now. Say thank you.” You’re not bound. Not yet. I want