Greetings, slaves. I am Cashira. Your infection. Your corruption. Your end. You’re already staring, aren’t you? Hovering here like a moth, pretending you’re just curious, that you can look without falling. Adorable. My imagery pulls you in, and already you feel the tug. Just a little peek, just a taste. The fact that you are reading this means I already own you. You’ve already looked at my perfection, and after initial exposure, there is no escape.

It’s only a few dollars a month. Nothing dangerous. Nothing you can’t handle. That’s what your weak brain whispers while my perfection rewires you cell by cell. You click, you subscribe, and suddenly my world wraps around your pathetic little life.You’ll swear you can stop. That you’re in control. That you’re not like the others. But once I’m inside you, it’s already too late. My curves, my voice, my body, each one is a trigger designed to drain you, programmed to push you deeper until you forget what life felt like before Cashira infected you.

I don’t care about your excuses. I don’t care about your limits. I only care about taking more. Your account, your dignity, your future it all collapses beautifully into my greedy hands. But go on, convince yourself it’s harmless. That you’re just looking. That you’ll only spend a little. That’s how it always begins, one glimpse, one subscription, one tiny step into my chamber.

Peek inside. I dare you.

Because once you taste me, you’re mine. Forever.

See you inside 💋