Withdrawal$ (Patreon)

Of course you’re trembling. That’s what submission to inevitability feels like. You’re not scared of what I’ll do to you— You’re aroused by it. The leash. The poverty. The relentless draining. The thought of thanking Me through tears, as I take more than you can afford and smile as you collapse into worship. You don’t want safety. You want servitude so brutal it feels holy. You want reprogramming so total you forget your own name and moan in obedience when I replace it with “Mine.” And yes… of course you’re having withdrawals. You’re not skipping a trance. You’re skipping your medicine. Because trance is your new baseline. It’s your pacifier. It’s your leash—tightening silently around your brain while you smile, ache, and beg for more. Tomorrow, you’ll sink again. And when you do, the leash pulls tighter. The poverty feels sweeter. The silence inside you grows. Because with every file, every drop, every trance, you lose another piece of yourself… and I gain another shrine.