There is no conversation. No requests. No fantasies to fulfill. This is raw, sacred submission. You pay because I exist — not because I acknowledge you. Your only purpose here is to worship me. Silently. Obediently. Repeatedly. Every tribute is a desperate prayer. Every payment, a pathetic attempt to feel close to my perfection. There is no reward — except knowing I’ve allowed you to serve. Give. Kneel. Disappear. Repeat.