Hard Override

She calls them to her, like animals in a stable, and they come running, betray their wives, their families, and pay, deluded that they are worth something.He looks at them, and already despises them:They are just material to be demolished.His every insult is a blessing, his every spit, a humiliation but of pleasure.He wants them on their knees not out of need, but to remind him how fucking useless they are.GET UP IF YOU DARE...He whispers as he psychologically crushes them.It feeds on their cracks, amplifies their fears, until they explode.For her they are not men, they are walking errors, scraps of will, puppets to be torn apart and burned slowly.She reflects in their defeat, glory shines in her eyes.The more they desire her, the more she destroys them with a distorted smile.The Mistress does not punish: she erases, dominates and demolishes.And when the last of them collapses, she raises her head, radiant, and lights the next target:His law is simple: OBEY OR BE CANCELLED