

I don’t raise my voice. I raise your addiction.
I whisper the rules — because I don't bend down. Ever.
The Slave Camp is already running ☄️ The first round is done.
✨ The obedient ones? They’ve already been rewarded — silently.
The rest? Still begging, still crying, still writing me novels…
As if their whining could move me.
I. Don’t. Bow.
You don’t negotiate here. You obey.
⛓️ Next round? No warning.
Just a snap 🖤