The art of taking.
The rush of adrenaline and arousal that crashes over Me when you submit to Me is the best high I've ever felt. Physically, My pupils dilate. My pulse quickens and My heart beats harder than usual. My scalp tingles, My nipples harden, I feel butterflies swarming in My stomach, and I get wet between My thighs. Psychologically, I am filled with pure lust, greed, desire, want, joy, power, and thrill. It's as if My rational thoughts are pushed to the very back corner of My mind, where they are left to hibernate as I attack My prey.
The less I need, the more I want. Your sacrifice becomes My orgasm. Knowing that you're groveling away during the days to scrape together money for Me is My drug of choice. Speaking to you softly, sweetly, gently, soothingly, all while manipulating you into desiring Me, I have perfected the hypnotic voice that makes Me impossible to resist once you've looked into My eyes and heard Me speak.
The more I have, the more I want. Even writing this has caused Me to soak My poor pajamas, damp as I daydream about My next attack. I want to be craved, I want you to be addicted, and I will have what I want. I get what I want. I always get what I want.