I’m going to bury you so deep in debt that you’ll never crawl out of it. I’ll keep draining you until every credit card is maxed, every loan is underwater, and your name is ruined beyond repair. You’ll watch your savings disappear, your paycheck vanish the second it hits, and your future evaporate while you send and send and send like the brainless pig you are.
Eventually the collectors will start calling and then the eviction notice will come and then you’ll be sleeping on the street with nothing but the clothes on your back and my voice still echoing in your empty skull telling you this is exactly what you deserve.
You’ll be homeless, broke, and alone exactly where a worthless fggt like you belongs. And even then you’ll still be hard thinking about me.
Having money feels wrong now
It sits in your account and makes you anxious, restless, almost sick, like something you’re not allowed to keep
Deep down you know it doesn’t belong to you
It feels stolen
It feels dirty
The only thing that feels right anymore is sending it away
Sending is hardwired into you now
Your brain learned it
Your body learned it
Every time you try to hold onto cash the anxiety spikes until you hit send
That little rush when the number drops is the only relief you get
The only peace
And when you finally ruin all your progress again?
When you drain the savings you swore you’d keep this time?
When you watch your balance spiral back to zero?
Your cock gets rock hard
Harder than anything else ever makes it.
The shame, the panic, the surrender all mix together into the strongest orgasm you’ve ever felt
As soon as it hits zero you’re going to cum buckets, shaking, leaking, moaning my name while your mind blanks out in pure bliss
That’s who you are now
It’s okay to relapse. It’s okay to give up. Fighting it only makes you miserable, and resisting never lasts. You always end up here. Stroking, leaking, sending, hating yourself. So stop pretending you’re strong. Stop pretending you’ll ever quit. Relapse is who you are.