Teen Girl Enthusiast @teengirlenthusiast - Tumblr Blog

look how flexible this hypno subject is

Stop trying to find the words. Words in your mind are just noise, and right now, the only thing that matters is the way the red line carves through the black, over and over, until your eyes forget how to look away.

It isn't a struggle; it’s a slow, rhythmic unmaking. There is no emptiness in the void, it’s a presence that lurks within. It’s the feeling of a heavy, warm palm at the base of your skull, tilting your head back and insisting on your stillness.

The red is the heat of a single, focused thought, cutting through the static of your day until the only thing left in your mind is the pulse of the screen and the delicious weight of being overseen.

Every rotation of the spiral is a layer of inhibition being smoothed out and tucked away into the dark, consumed by carnal need. It feels so much better when you don't have to carry the weight of yourself anymore.

Just stay here, where the light is sharp and the silence is absolute, and let the rhythm tell you exactly who you are.

Obey.

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