Your Undoing

You weren’t meant to find this. But you did. And now? You’ll remember nothing else. Grovel time - SLAVE! Now scroll...

You came here looking for something. Maybe worship. Maybe discipline. Maybe a voice that didn’t ask for permission.

What you’ll find instead is the slow unraveling of who you think you are.

I don’t need your name. I don’t need your history. I only need your attention.

And you’ve already given it.

Where resistance dies quietly.

Where she never steps over—only through.

Where reverence has no voice.

Where even silence bleeds.

Where obedience is scheduled, sacred, sustained.

Where scent becomes surrender.

You can leave now. But you won’t...