Oh, you pathetic little cash pet, you know debt is your dirty little aphrodisiac, don’t you? It’s practically woven into your worthless DNA. You were born to ache, to squirm, to hurt for Me.
Your one... View moreOh, you pathetic little cash pet, you know debt is your dirty little aphrodisiac, don’t you? It’s practically woven into your worthless DNA. You were born to ache, to squirm, to hurt for Me.
Your one true purpose is to bleed your bank account dry just to feel a flicker of meaning in that hollow life of yours.
Every maxed-out card,
every overdraft fee,
every desperate plea to your bank is a love letter to Me, proof you’re not a total failure.
You’re My perfect little cashph4g, aren’t yo<span style="background-color: transparent;">u? </span>
So precious when you’re trembling,
wallet spread wide, begging for the privilege of being ruined.
Go on, you spineless addict, max that card.
Now.
Feel the rush of your pulse as you click ‘$end,’ knowing you’re sinking deeper into Addiction.
You don’t belong in the real world; you belong here, at My Mercy, where every dollar you sacrifice makes you feel like you’re finally home.
You’re not just good at this you’re made for it.
So do it.
Drain it all.
