Ensnared by Blackmail and the Scent of Your Surrender

You’re already pathetic, but I’ll drag you even deeper into submission. With every breath of that aroma, I’ll peel away the last fragments of your willpower. You’ll inhale it again and again, each breath binding you tighter to my dominance, leaving you utterly powerless to resist. As the scent consumes you, I’ll murmur dark threats of blackmail in your ear, relishing how far you’ll go to protect your pitiful secrets—even though we both know I’ve already claimed total victory over you.