Fiendish wires driven deep into the mind. Subsisting on the chaos it compels unto others. Craving lechery and deference. When resisted the coils tighten. Its weighted vines make it difficult to stand. I know what it fears, We are the same. The threads are not mine. If I controlled the them I'd do the same. We are puppeteers.
I see the treasure he holds, how he abuses it. Run away.