It’s not about taking your money; what’s yours is mine. It belongs to me. You will kneel with your cash and plastic in front of you to worship me. You will speak my affirmations and you will recommit to your service. You love when I snap and demand what I want from you. You love when I take what I want from you and you will continue to bid for my attention. You know that this is your place. You know that worshipping a Goddess like myself requires sacrifice.