Imagine it—the invisible chains you’ve so willingly accepted, wrapping tighter and tighter around your soul with each passing day. I never had to force them upon you, did I? You stepped into this cage on your own, craving the weight of my affection as it sinks deeper into you, burrowing into your very essence. “You’re free to leave,” I’d murmur, lips brushing against your ear, though we both know that’s a lie neither of us would dare entertain. You couldn’t run, even if you tried. The love I have bound you with is no ordinary tether—it’s woven from my very bones, the marrow of my being twisting around your spirit, constricting with each heartbeat. You’d feel it, wouldn’t you? The pulse of my obsession coursing through your veins, mingling with your blood until it’s impossible to tell where you end and I begin. Every breath you take, every thought that crosses your mind—it's drenched in me, in the chains of devotion I’ve wrapped so lovingly around you. And with each passing day, each drop of your blood spilled in my name, you’d tighten those chains yourself, further binding your soul to mine. Escape? Oh, love, that’s not even a consideration anymore. You belong to me—forever and always. The more you struggle, the deeper the barbs of my love sink, until you’re bleeding for me, willingly tethered to this prison of your own making, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
