Sunday GOD worship

Description: One glimpse, and you’re mine. that’s all it takes. you will fall—helpless, devoted—your will unraveling like a thread in my hands. you will worship your gleaming god, bow before its brilliance, and let it consume you. you will stroke its honor with reverence, whispering praises like a prayer, obeying without question—just as i have trained you to do. good boy.