I’m not here to entertain you — I exist to own you. I’m the luxury you can’t afford, the attitude you secretly crave, and the voice in your head that whispers, “You were made to serve me.”

I don’t beg. I take.

And you? You exist to give — money, attention, obedience — until there's nothing left but that aching need to be useful to me again.

💬 Real-time control | Financial humiliation | Custom degradation

📌 Daily drains, brat tantrums, and zero tolerance for broke egos.

Tribute isn’t optional. It’s the cost of belonging.