The Mistress looked down at him with calm precision, every gesture deliberate, every silence heavy with meaning.He trembled, not only from pain, but from the unbearable knowledge that she held his will completely in her hands.His voice broke as he begged not merely for mercy, but for release from the invisible chain that bound him to her.She remained unmoved. Her control was not cruelty for its own sake, but a test a mirror in which both saw what they feared most: dependence, desire, and the hunger for power that neither could name.
