You wish you could touch, don’t you?
I don’t take requests. I take control.
You’re not ready… but I don’t care.
I’m the spoiled, sadistic goddess who makes grown men beg and I love every second of it.
One minute I’m laughing at you, the next I’m in your head twisting every thought until you can’t remember life before me.
I’m cruel enough to enjoy your suffering, bratty enough to make you work for crumbs, and spoiled enough to expect you to pay handsomely for the privilege.
You’ll jump when I say jump. You’ll pay when I say pay. You’ll fall deeper every single day until I own you completely.
The truth? You’ve already lost… and you’re smiling about it.
Now tribute, pet. Your goddess is waiting💋
