You didn’t even realize it, did you?  How easily I slipped into your mind… and slid My fingers into your wallet. Just My voice. Just a look. And suddenly, you're offering everything. This isn’t a scream. It’s a whisper. Low. Mesmerizing. Addictive. The kind of control that doesn’t beg, it expects. The kind of power that doesn’t need to demand, because you’re already reaching for your card. Every word I say melts your will. Every glance pulls you closer. Until your money isn’t money anymore. It’s mine. No shouting. No begging. Just the quiet, divine truth pulsing through your veins: She whispers… and I obey.