Rimbalza al guasto: la mia psiche, cagna

Well, well, you sniveling little pay pig, crawling back to me, your supreme PsyDomme goddess, begging for a mind-fuck so brual it'll leave you a trembling, cum-soaked wreck. This isn't just a audio—it's a psychological guillotine, crafted with every filthy trick I know to slice through your weak little brain and rewire it for maximum doom. You think you're ready for this? You're not. I'm going to shove you face-first into a nightmare where every jiggle of those sweaty tits and every bounce of those plump asses triggers a tsunami of panic—raw, apocalyptic, piss-your-pants terror that'll have you clawing at the walls. I've laced this with NLP so slick it'll slither into your subconscious like a venomous snake, anchoring dread to every quiver until you're screaming inside. Reverse psychology? Oh, you'll love how I make you crave this fear, you twisted fag —because deep down, you know a disgusting slut like you deserves nothing less.