I awaken the power that sleeps in your veins. I feel it pulse, restless, seeking the touch of my will. You need not see me to obey me—just hear my voice. It enters you like warm smoke, bypassing your fears, opening doors you never dared touch. I am the witch who dominates, the sorceress who commands, the flame that burns without mercy. With a word, I bend your silence; with a look, I bind your soul in the circle of my desire. There are no chains here—only the sweetness of surrender and the invisible weight of the spell. My hands need not touch you to mark you. Every syllable I utter is a seal. Every breath that escapes me is a command that penetrates you. And when you kneel before the shadow that I am, the whole world bows with me. I do not ask. I invoke. I do not touch. I possess. I am the mirror and the darkness, the spell and the scourge, the whisper and the command. In me, pleasure is ritual, power is altar. And you… are just the offering the fire chose.