Home Artists Posts Import Register

Content

I can see it in your eyes—you’re scared of me. And you know what? I love it. The way you flinch slightly when I move, the way your gaze can’t help but drop whenever I get too close. You’re terrified of just how big I am, of how much power I hold, and it’s exactly how I want you to feel.

You’ve seen these muscles, haven’t you? Every inch of me is bigger, stronger than you ever imagined, and I can tell it shakes you. My arms are so thick I could crush you without even trying, and my legs? Don’t even get me started. You look at them, and I can see the fear flash across your face—what if she wanted to use that strength?

You should be scared. I love watching you squirm, knowing that I could make you do whatever I want, and you wouldn’t dare resist. The fear in your eyes gives me such a thrill, knowing that my sheer presence, my size, is enough to intimidate you. Every time I flex, every time I show off just how strong I’ve become, I see you shrink a little more. And it feels incredible.

So, keep being scared. Keep looking at me like I’m something beyond your control—because I am. And the more scared you get, the more powerful I feel.

Files

Comments

No comments found for this post.