Invasion (Patreon)

There's a small, quiet space at the centre of your mind. A place of peace. Where no matter what is happening with the rest of your mind, you remain. Where you can retreat when my words are running through your thoughts. Safe and secure.

A place which defines you, truly and deeply.

Let's see what happens when I rip the walls off it, shall we?

CN: Intense, sadistic corruption of your innermost self. Violation of what is set up as a "safe space". Forcing your identity from its place and replacing it with my control. Pleasure used as a mechanism for your destruction. All suggestions ended by the end of the trance.