Caught You, Loser

You really clicked, didn’t you?
All it took was a little pink, a little sparkle, and the illusion of attention.

You’re not curious—you’re conditioned.
You saw my name and you obeyed without thinking.

You belong in chastity, on your knees, with nothing left but your wallet and your worship.

Now go back, loser.
And maybe send something *useful* this time.