"Sanctioned Silence" part 2 of 4

[Ic****]

You’re still here?
Good.
Then you’re ready.
Ready for what comes next.
You see—
most think surrender happens in the body first.
But not you.
You know the truth.
The mind gives out long before the skin ever does.
And yours?
Oh, yours is already unraveling—
thread by thread,
bound tighter to every word I say,
every breath I own.
You don’t even flinch anymore, do you?
You just sink.
Obedient.
Open.
Silent.
Because silence is the proof.
Not moans.
Not gasps.
Silence.
That deep, sacred hush when your thoughts have all burned away
and the only voice left in your head—
is mine.
You’ve been hollowed out.
No will.
No resistance.
No sense of where you end
and where my control begins.
You belong to this.
To me.
Now listen carefully…
You don’t get to want.
You don’t get to hope.
You don’t even get to expect.
You get what I give you.
And I will give you nothing
if I so choose.
I could keep you on your knees for hours,
hands tied behind your back,
eyes blindfolded,
ears straining—just to hear me breathe.
And you’d wait.
Wouldn’t you?
Desperate.
Devoted.
Desire turned into devotion.
Because in the dark, where you’re most ***,
you feel it:
My voice is the only thing keeping you whole.
And I could take that from you.
Leave you alone in silence,
aching,
forgotten…
Or I could lean in,
low and cruel,
and say your name in that tone
that makes your spine shiver
and your soul beg without permission.
But you don’t deserve that yet.
So wait.
Wait like the good little worshipper you are.
Wait in stillness.
Wait in suffering.
Wait in perfect silence.
And if you break it?
I’ll know.
And I’ll start you over.
Because this isn’t for you.
This is mine.
You are mine.
Mind, body, breath, and bone.
You don't get to fall apart.
I get to break you.

[je****]

Should be a walk in the park then shouldn't it .