Primals Mental Domination 🔔

The domination does not come as a whip. It comes as a relief .

And it begins to hunt.

You realize the terrible truth: You were never a person. You were a symbiont . A thinking coat worn by a beast to navigate the grocery store and pay taxes. And now the beast has shrugged you off. primals mental domination

You feel a presence behind your eyes. Not a voice. A pressure . A pack leader has stepped into the clearing. It does not speak your language. It does not need to. It shows you its teeth, and your spine remembers: Teeth on top means submit. The domination does not come as a whip

A scent rises from the oldest part of your brain—the fossilized coil where the lizard still sleeps. It smells like rain on hot asphalt. Like the fur of a predator just before the pounce. Like the copper of your own blood, tasted from a forgotten cut on your lip. You realize the terrible truth: You were never a person