The Tables Have Turned (extended video) (Patreon)

"We’ve been friends since we were kids," she said, her voice calm yet laced with a quiet authority. You couldn’t look away from her towering figure, the way her muscles rippled beneath her fitted sweater and the sharp confidence in her gaze behind those glasses. "I still remember how you used to tease me. Bully me, even."

Your mouth opened to protest, but no words came out. She took a step closer, her red heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and the room seemed smaller—she seemed larger, commanding, unstoppable.

"Truth is," she continued, a sly smile forming on her lips, "I’ve always had a crush on you. But now, things are different, aren’t they? I’m in charge."

She tilted her head, studying your stunned expression. "I can tell how much I excite you. It’s written all over your face," she said, her tone softening just enough to send a shiver down your spine. "Do you want to see what your 'little friend' has become?"

Her hand brushed against your shoulder, firm and deliberate, as she leaned in closer. "Time to come closer," she said, her voice dropping to a commanding whisper. "And do exactly what I say."

You couldn’t help but obey, captivated by the strength and confidence radiating from her. This was no longer the girl from your childhood—this was a force of nature, and she was in complete control.