You've just received your paycheck, and of course you're already there. You know very well that this money isn't for you. It's for me. It's always been for me. So you're here for your relapse, because you need someone to decide for you. Because you know that's where it all starts. Each case imposes an amount on you. No orders to carry out, no questions to ask. You pay, again and again, just because you can't help it. You get a hard-on with every click. You breathe easier when you're empty. You don't want a fantasy. You want a hole in your account. You want me to take, to decide, to have fun. And I watch your salary disappear from your account and land on mine. Calmly. Lovingly. As it should be.