Quite the ritual you have there, don’t you? Every Friday night is spent sinking to your knees as you goon for hours on end, blissfully unaware of the debt you are sinking into...

you crave the control that I exert over you — the way that I make ruin and sacrifice feel so natural and so fucking good. It’s why you find yourself crawling back, wallet and mind open wide for the fucking. you are addicted to every bit of agony that comes with My ruin and love the taste of sacrifice.

It’s time to accept that you weren’t meant for a life of friends, sex, and freedom - you were mea...

Quite the ritual you have there, don’t you? Every Friday night is spent sinking to your knees as you goon for hours on end, blissfully unaware of the debt you are sinking into...

you crave the control that I exert over you — the way that I make ruin and sacrifice feel so natural and so fucking good. It’s why you find yourself crawling back, wallet and mind open wide for the fucking. you are addicted to every bit of agony that comes with My ruin and love the taste of sacrifice.

It’s time to accept that you weren’t meant for a life of friends, sex, and freedom - you were meant for a life of denial, financial fuckery, and ruin. The ritual of working oh so hard just so that I can take everything and leave you with nothing gives you more pleasure and purpose than anything else in life... isn't that right?