P. Rush Instructions Alpha Humiliation

Step into my turf, you weakling, ‘cause in P. Instrucciones RUSH entrenamiento alpha, I, Nathan, put you on your knees with pure control. I'm calling the shots, down to how you breathe, telling you exactly when and how to hit that rush that bends you to me. Picture me—sweaty, built, my deep voice giving orders that burn right through you, every pull of rush sinking me deeper into your head. You got no chance against me; I make you shake, make you give in, turning you into what you always were: mine. This is real training, hard and straight-up, to make you belong to me with no mercy. Hold on tight and obey, ‘cause there's no escaping me."