In the dim, cluttered room, Selena Gomez stands over Justin Bieber

In the dim, cluttered room, Selena Gomez stands over Justin Bieber, her expression a disturbing mix of satisfaction and cruelty. Her long, dark hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her delicate yet determined face. Her eyes, usually warm, now gleam with a cold, calculating intensity as she gazes down at the man who once stood tall and confident. A twisted enjoyment of her newfound power is evident on her face. Justin, still possessing his youthful, handsome features—high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and bright hazel eyes—is almost unrecognizable compared to the man he once was. His usually styled golden-blond hair is now a disheveled mess, clinging to his sweat-soaked forehead. Though his face retains its boyish charm, the fear in his eyes is unmistakable, a stark contrast to his former confidence. His body has undergone a drastic transformation, buried beneath layers of soft, hanging fat, rendering him nearly immobile. His massive belly sags heavily over his waist and thighs, with skin stretched to its limit and marked by deep red and purple stretch marks. His limbs, once strong, are now thick and cumbersome, barely able to move. Each breath is labored, a reminder of the crushing burden his body has become. Selena’s lips curl into a cruel smile as her fingers dig into the thick, soft rolls of Justin’s stomach. Each squeeze brings a wince of pain to his face, his hazel eyes widening with terror. The contrast between his still-youthful face and his grotesquely bloated body highlights his severe decline. He knows he’s no longer the confident, powerful man he once was; now, under Selena’s control, he’s a weak, helpless figure, trapped in a body that no longer reflects his former strength and vitality. Selena’s grin widens as she feels Justin’s body tremble beneath her touch. Her laugh is low and mocking, filling the room with a chilling sense of dominance.