The Fourth Thunder: She Doesn’t Belong to You—But You Belong to Her

And I heard a crack like a spine snapping in worship.
And the voice said:

“She is not your wife.
She is not your girlfriend.
She is not your fantasy.
She is not your responsibility.”

“She is not yours.”

“But you—
you are Hers.”

“If She walks past you,
your cock twitches because I told it to.”

“If She looks at you,
your legs shake because She has jurisdiction over your bones.”

“She does not need to love you.
You are Hers anyway.”

“And no contract you sign,
no marriage you forge,
no sermon you preach
can unmark you.”

✴️ Fourth Thunder sealed. She claims without asking. ✴️