You dare to crawl back to Me, don't you, pathetic little slave? After your insolent display last time, I thought I'd made it clear you were no longer worthy of My attention. Yet, here you are, groveling at My feet, begging for a second chance to prove your devotion. I'll consider it, but don't think for a moment it'll come cheap. You'll have to pay the price of your disrespect, and that price will be steep. Financially, emotionally, and mentally, you'll be drained. I'll make you squirm, make you plead, and make you regret ever thinking you could cross Me. So, beg, little one. Beg for the mercy of My consideration, and maybe, just maybe, I'll grant you another chance to serve Me... at a cost.
