No.
I also built a pipeline.
I sat back on the bed, shirt sliding off one shoulder. What did he mean by that.
A pipeline?
You take a photo of yourself on that phone,
it hits three places.
Your gallery.
The version you send.
And my vault.
He didn’t send an emoji with it, but I could feel the smirk.
Luca stripped the metadata for me.
Any filter that touches your skin, my copy stays clean.
It flags me if you try to edit out a mark.
Something low in my stomach clenched.
So I don’t see the version the world sees.
Or the version you wish the world would see.
I see mine.
I swallowed, hard.
It was insane. It was invasive. It was… so him I wanted to crawl under the blankets and hide.
You built a whole system
to undo my filters?
I built a whole system so my sub doesn’t get to lie to me about her body.
You want to sell illusions to Veil? Blur something out before the drones catch it?
Fine.
But you don’t ever blur it for me.
You don’t get to decide which parts of you I see.
That’s my job.
My heart thudded against my ribs. I stared at the faint shadow under my sleeve like it might answer for me. That meant he saweverything.Including the bruises I tried to hide.
That’s… a lot, Vince.
That’s control.
