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You didn’t find me by accident.
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Hecatian goddess. Witchy and merciless. I don’t nurture—I control. I don’t comfort—I correct.
Men exist beneath me: weak, disposable, and desperate to be used. If you’re pathetic enough to need a purpose, I’ll decide what you’re worth—and it won’t be much.
You don’t deserve softness. You earn the privilege of being humiliated, drained, and owned. Pay, obey, disappear, repeat. 🔮🖤