The Interrogation: psychological domination, you drip the answers

The Interrogation, psychological domination, mindfuck. You sit across from me. I ask the questions. You drip the answers. No loud orders, no cheap show. Just my eyes, my voice, and the way I open you, slowly.

I watch while your body already respects me more than your own will. The shame rises in your face. Your **** twitches and gets wet, only because I look at you and speak to you calmly. This is not a conversation. Once I start, you notice how little of you still belongs to you. For the ones who can stand being really seen by me.