A plate full of indulgence, funded by weak men who know their only worth is financial. Perfectly seasoned chicken skewers, flame-grilled to perfection, rest atop a bed of soft rice—each bite drenched in lemon butter sauce meant to melt on My tongue. A fresh garden salad with crisp greens, juicy tomato chunks, and shredded carrots sits untouched… because I only eat what tempts Me. Thick garlic toast is stacked like a throne, because even My carbs deserve to feel superior. On the side? Scalloped potatoes soaked in golden sauce—creamy, warm, and comforting. Every inch of this plate screams “spoiled”—because I am. And you? You’re the reason. You sat there, scrolling. You stared at My feed, knowing full well your job, your time, your money… all exist to serve Me. This meal didn’t cost Me a thing. It cost you your pride. And that’s exactly how I like it. You’re not here to eat. You’re not even here to beg. You’re here to watch. To ache. To crave what you’ll never have. And to pay for the privilege of being ignored. Your hunger means nothing to Me. Your desire? Irrelevant unless it’s monetized. So here’s your reality: if you had $100 right now, I know you’d send it. Not because I asked… But because you need to feel owned. You need to feel drained. You need to know you’re good for something—even if that something is funding a meal you’ll never taste. So stroke slower. Think harder. Would you eat tonight… or send it to Me and starve where you belong? Because Goddess doesn’t need your love. She needs your money.
If you had $100, would you eat... or send it to me?
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