It started simply enough; you sent a tribute and realized how hard it made you. And now you can't even get your dick to work without paying Me. You look to Me for some type of pity or reprieve. You're broke, in debt up to your eyeballs, at risk of losing it all. Could I find it in My heart to show you some mercy? NO. I don't care if you wind up jobless, mentally unstable and utterly alone. All that matters to Me is taking every fucking thing from you.

It started simply enough; you sent a tribute and realized how hard it made you. And now you can't even get your dick to work without paying Me. You look to Me for some type of pity or reprieve. You're broke, in debt up to your eyeballs, at risk of losing it all. Could I find it in My heart to show you some mercy? NO. I don't care if you wind up jobless, mentally unstable and utterly alone. All that matters to Me is taking every fucking thing from you.