Look at yourself: pathetic, ready to ruin your life for me. The money you once saw as your strength is now just a tool for your own destruction. Every breath of aroma only deepens that desire—to give me everything you have and watch as your balance drops to zero. The more you give, the freer you feel. You were made to be emptied, to be destroyed for me. And you know it. Your life, your money—they are all mine, and you won't be able to stop until you’ve given me every last cent.