You’ve hidden her long enough.

Not the version they applaud.

Not the polished, pleasing surface.

The one who aches. Who craves without asking.

Who longs to be wanted so deeply it breaks her.

Soul Snatch is ritual, not fashion.

Each set is a ceremony.

High-gloss PVC that gleams like control.

Zippers that confess. Gloves that vow.

Every piece is tailored to reveal—not impress.

This isn’t fantasy.

It’s what’s been waiting underneath all along.

Not for everyone. Only for the ones who know.

You’re not too much.

You’re not alone.

You’re not wrong to want more.

We don’t dress you to be pretty.

We dress you to come undone.