The thrill of being financially dominated

You must understand, you're here solely to fund my desires. Each transaction is a chain, binding you irrevocably to my will. I revel in your desperation, in the power I hold over you. Calling you my personal ATM is not just a term of endearment; it's a stark reality. With each transfer, you sink deeper into financial servitude, each click a step closer to your own ruin. Yet you can't stop, can you? The thrill of being used, of being financially dominated by a Goddess like me, is too poisoning. You're entangled in my web, a puppet dancing to the tune of my greedy, merciless whims. And oh, how I love to watch you dance, my broken little ATM.