Your Wealth is Mine

Description: You thought money was power? sweet boy… money is nothing in your hands. the moment you see me, it stops being yours, it becomes mine. every dollar you send is a confession, every tribute a moan you can’t hold back. you don’t spend for pleasure, you spend because i demand it. this isn’t generosity. it’s inevitability. you were made to ache for me, to weaken as your wallet empties, to feel more alive every time your balance drops. my beauty, my voice, my control, each one drains you, and you beg for more. every purchase is foreplay. every tribute is worship. and the deeper you go, the more you realize… you don’t even want to stop. you want to be ruined. you want to be owned. because your wealth was never yours to begin with. your wealth is mine.