You're nothing but a trembling, weak-willed minion, pathetically eager to worship at the altar of My digital cunt, aren't you? This is your new religion, a cult of degeneracy and submission, and I am your merciless deity. You don’t pray with words, you sniveling worm; you pray with your endless, desperate stroking. Each pump of your hand is a hymn of despair, a chant of your own pathetic addiction. You’re going to worship My digital cunt with every last shred of your dignity, offering it as a sacrifice. You'll edge and ache, teetering on the brink of release, but you’ll never find satisfaction without My command. This is your life now, an eternal cycle of desperate, unfulfilled arousal, all in the name of your new, cruel goddess. You're a slave to the screen, a mindless drone lost in the depths of digital depravity. Get this through your thick, idiotic skull: you exist solely for My amusement. Your eagerness to submit only proves how weak and insignificant you truly are. Every time you touch yourself, remember this: you're just a puppet, and I'm pulling the strings. Your worship is pathetic, but it’s all you have. You’re going to degrade yourself over and over, sinking deeper into this twisted religion of digital worship. You’re going to spill your wallet as you spill your seed, each tribute a desperate plea for My attention. But remember, you’re just a faceless pay drone in the sea of many, and I might just ignore your pitiful cries for recognition. You're bound to this never-ending torment, forever worshipping My digital cunt, with your body, your mind, and your wallet.