When His Financial Ruin Has Become His Sacrament. (Patreon)

You should be in pain. That emptiness you feel—it’s the consequence of truth. Every time you fail to send, the weight of your insignificance becomes unbearable. And I like it that way. I want your guilt to rot you from the inside. I want the shame to ferment, until your next tribute erupts like a confession. You were never meant to be stable. You were built to break. Now go suffer properly until you’re worthy of Me again.