You don’t exist for your own pleasure—you exist to fund mine. Your wallet is my playground, your suffering is my entertainment, and the more you give, the more addicted you become. Maybe I’ll tease you, maybe I’ll ignore you, or maybe I’ll let you beg until you’re completely broken. Either way, you’ll keep paying, keep aching, and keep coming back for more. Now, be a good boy and prove just how much you love being used.

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