When good boys run, they ALWAYS come back. Emphasis on the always. There are no thoughts of escaping when you’re in front of me. There are no thoughts at all, actually, besides the urges to send tribute after tribute. I’m the apex predator of your wallet and your mind. I’m the ruler of your subconscious; woven so deeply into it. It’s a no wonder you always fall back into my lap ready for a spanking. I know you get scared when you go too deep. You run away and hide, trying to recover. I forget about you. You come back with a fat tribute in hand. It’s a vicious cycle that will never ever end....

When good boys run, they ALWAYS come back. Emphasis on the always. There are no thoughts of escaping when you’re in front of me. There are no thoughts at all, actually, besides the urges to send tribute after tribute. I’m the apex predator of your wallet and your mind. I’m the ruler of your subconscious; woven so deeply into it. It’s a no wonder you always fall back into my lap ready for a spanking. I know you get scared when you go too deep. You run away and hide, trying to recover. I forget about you. You come back with a fat tribute in hand. It’s a vicious cycle that will never ever end. Come back to home base. A place where sending your Goddess tribute after tribute feels better than the last time.