Mental Domination _top_ | Primals

Suddenly, the weight of choice is lifted. What will you eat? What will you fear? Whom will you obey? These become not questions, but pulses .

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

But the limbic system—the loyal, stupid dog of your psyche—has already begun to whine. It remembers. Before kings, before laws, before fire, there was only the order of the fang . primals mental domination

And it has found the crack in your skull.

It yawns. It stretches its psychic jaws. Suddenly, the weight of choice is lifted

It is written as a dark, introspective ritualistic chant or a piece of psychological horror fiction. I. The Call of the Root

You think your mind is a cathedral—spires of logic reaching toward a quiet god. You believe your thoughts are your own, little whispers you pluck from the air like apples from a tree. Whom will you obey

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.