Look at you… pretending you have control over your money, your decisions, your life. But the truth is much simpler than that. The moment you opened this chat, you were already mine. I don’t even have to raise my voice. I don’t have to touch you. All I have to do is remind you who you are… and who I am. You’re the one who works all week, counting every euro… And I’m the one who decides where it goes. Isn’t that right? You feel that little rush every time you send another tribute. The notification appears… the balance drops… and suddenly you feel lighter, calmer. Like you’ve fulfilled your purpose. Because deep down, you know the truth. Money looks better in my account.....
