Goon Singularity

You already feel it, don’t you? The pull. That sweet, aching gravity that’s dragging you deeper into me. You’re not just here to watch. You’re here to collapse. To dissolve. My movements, my flashing eyes, the red and black heat around me — it’s already inside your mind, twisting it, melting it. You’ll stroke, you’ll orbit, you’ll lose everything. You’ll goon until you’re nothing but worship. This isn’t pleasure. This isn’t lust. This is your execution... by seduction. Stroke. Goon. Worship. Fall. You’ll never escape my gravity again.