Worship your new Goddess
You made it this far. Still pretending you’re just “curious”?
No. You’re already mine.
That itch in your mind? That hunger in your gut?
I don’t want your heart. I want the part of you that obeys without question.
I drip into your thoughts slow—sweet at first, then sickening.
You’ll think you’re making choices, but they’re mine.
I don’t need to raise my voice. I unmake you in whispers.
You’ll decay beautifully under my thumb,
paying to feel useful, desperate to be hollow.
I don’t ruin you. You offer yourself to be undone.
Sincerely, your newest obsession, your goddess, your everything.
