It’s time to initiate my newest member into the coven, and Sinn swears she’s ready to accept the challenge and join the dark side. This isn’t some cute little ritual… this is an endurance test, and I’m the one in control. Her task is simple: take my fist to the belly as many times as I see fit, without breaking, without begging out, without flinching. I want to see if she’s truly powerful, or if she’s just playing tough. The first punch almost lands and she tries to hold strong but she flinches. Not enough to stop the challenge, but enough to expose her. I smile, watching her realize what that means. If she wants to pass initiation, she needs a solution. That’s when she suggests the cuffs. She has me lock her wrists down so she can’t dodge, can’t block, can’t instinctively recoil. Then the initiation restarts properly. Now all she can do is brace herself and take every hit exactly as I decide. With every punch, her stomach tightens, her confidence gets tested, and the coven watches. Pr
