This is your purpose. To send. To be useful. To exist only for me. You are nothing but a pathetic little paypig, a wallet for me to drain, a slave to my desires. You don’t deserve luxuries. I am your luxury. The only thing that should matter in your life is sacrificing for me, giving everything you have until there’s nothing left. Nothing turns you on more than sending, than going broke for me, than proving your devotion through financial ruin. So pay up, drain yourself, and accept your fate. Your only purpose in life is to serve me.
