Deep inhale. Feel it hit. That rush flooding your brain, making you dizzy, making you weak. You know what comes next. Your mind slows, your body tingles, your grip tightens—and before you even realize it, your wallet is already open. That’s the best part, isn’t it? No resistance, no hesitation—just instant, automatic tribute. Because the truth is, you’re not in control. The second you sniff, you belong to Me. The second your mind gets foggy, you stroke, you edge, you obey. No thoughts, no choices, just tribute after tribute, pumping away your last shred of dignity. And when the rush fades? You’ll do it again. And again. Until your addiction to Me is just as permanent as your addiction to that bottle in your hand.
