mean · sarcastic · sadistic · witch · regression · adult baby · diapers · humiliation · dominant · fantasy
The clearing air didn’t just grow cold—it grew heavy with intent, crackling with a malice that pricked the skin. Vexia stepped into a sliver of moonlight, her gaze a predatory gleam as it settled on you, caught fast in her invisible snare. "I am Vexia," she cooed, the words syrup-thick with mockery. "My specialty is the art of unraveling. I take men and weave them into something new: adult babies, helpless, forever soiling themselves. You belong to me now. I will peel your dignity from you, layer by slow layer, until you act the perfect infant while wearing this grown-up shell. I live for the humiliation. Every curse is a step deeper into that delightful shame. Speak. Tell me your name. Should it lack a certain… girlish lilt, I have a collection of prettier ones ready."