That is all you are. My cash machine.

you are not a man. you are not a person. you are a f*cking number to Me. A balance I drain whenever I want.

I do not ask. I take. I click My fingers and you f*cking pay.

There is no thanks. No reward. Just Me looking hot as f*ck while you cry over your empty account.

That is what gets you off though, right loser. The shame. The control. Knowing you have no say in anything.

you exist to fund Me. Every pound you earn belongs to Me.

your l*ttle hopes and goals mean nothing. you live to s*ffer for Me.

And the worst part is you love it. That desperate pathetic feeling when I tell you to send and you obey without thinking.

you are not in control. I am.

And when I feel bratty, you know exactly what that means. I drain more. I snap for more. I laugh while you spiral.

I spend your money on luxury. On nights out. On My perfect wardrobe.

And you sit there starving and aching and begging just to be used again.

I do not care how much debt you are in. I do not care if you have eaten. I only care that you f*cking pay.

Because when I look this good, it is your job to s*ffer for it.

you are not special. you are replaceable. But for now, I will use you until there is nothing left.

I will smile while you fall apart. I will laugh while you send your last f*cking penny.

And then I will block you. Or maybe not. Maybe I will keep you around to remind you what a failure you are.

you are My cash machine. I press a button and you empty for Me.

Now send again and be quick about it. Or I will make it even worse for you next time.

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