#cw.drider

Him keeping a little group of weak, frail humans under almost complete control, having them gather food for him and worship the very air he breathes... He doesn’t care if it’s with empty eyes and false words. But while the others disgust him more than anything else, you’re the exception. Maybe you don’t need as much coercion as the others, almost eagerly bending to his will, handing over all thought. Maybe your scent makes his mouth water. Maybe he just thinks you’re cute.

Either way, you end up stuck in his web during all hours of the day, his face pressed into your hair as he makes soothing clicking noises. He’s so large compared to you, his multitide of eyes peeking out from underneath his hair. Your mind is kept permanently pliable, a haze in which you’ll panic as soon as he’s not there to guide you. Volo will pull every little thought from your brain, leaving you depending on him for everything. (And he’ll make sure it feels good too. You’re at your happiest, happier than you could ever be living a normal life, when following your god’s orders.) There’s so much praise, even if you have no choice but to obey.