You always end up regretting it... Let's face it: you learned to eroticize the ruin and the privation that comes with it just as much as the action of sending itself. This regret fuels Me. It turns Me on. I thrive on seeing how far you're actually willing to go in your own destruction, only to please Me. It'll never be enough... And so you send and you send until you can't anymore. Unable to control yourself; you don't want to. And I can't help you, because *this* is what I want. I want you to regret it.