I take what I want... (Patreon)

Ever since I grew—taller, stronger, powerful beyond anything I used to imagine—I’ve stopped asking for what I want. Now? I just take it.

Everywhere I go, people notice me. They can’t help it. I’m towering over everyone, my muscles sculpted, built to dominate. I walk into a room, and all eyes are on me—wide, cautious, captivated. I know what they’re thinking, and it only fuels the power rushing through me. I’m unstoppable, and I love it.

When I see someone who catches my eye, I don’t wait for them to notice me. I walk right over, and they quickly realize they don’t have a choice. My height alone is intimidating, but one flex of my biceps, and I see that spark of nervous excitement in their eyes. They know they’re about to be claimed.

I don’t ask if they’re interested. I know they are. I’ll reach out, grab their hand—or, if I’m feeling bold, wrap an arm around their waist and pull them close. They’re small, practically weightless against me, and I love the feeling of having total control. They follow without resistance, staring up at me in awe, fully aware that I could lift them, pin them, and carry them off without a second thought.

Every night out, every place I go, I make it clear: I take what I want. People have started whispering about me, the woman who’s too strong to say no to, the one who’ll leave with anyone she chooses. And honestly? They’re right. There’s no stopping me now.