With every snap of my fingers, your weak will crumbles. You can’t resist—your entire existence revolves around worshipping and paying my perfect ass. Each snap is a command you can’t ignore, a demand for tribute you’re desperate to fulfill. As a hopeless finsub, you’ll drain yourself to make sure my ass gets exactly what it deserves, over and over again. Your only purpose is to obey and pay—nothing more.
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