In his place stands someone who feels the vibration of a notification from Me like a touch from god. Someone whose mouth waters when I mention tribute. Someone halfway to complete financial slavery and terrified of how good it feels.
This is the moment where we look back at what I've destroyed in you… and forward to what I'll build from the ruins. This wallet drain isn't punishment, it's the only way your brain and cock knows how to be stimulated now.
The resistance you've been hiding? I see it. And I'm going to smash it beneath my heel while you beg for more.
