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ATM στα χέρια μου

ATM sta cheria moy

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Oh, look at you, my little human ATM, quivering in anticipation. You're just aching for me to drain you hard, aren't you? It's pathetic how desperate you are, but it's exactly what I crave. You see, in my world, you're nothing but a wallet, a means to an end. And that end is my total, absolute pleasure. I'll have you clicking that 'send' button over and over, watching your account dwindle down to nothing. It's a thrill, knowing I'm ruining you financially with every demand I make. You must understand, you're here solely to fund my desires. Each transaction is a chain, binding you irrevocably to my will. I revel in your desperation, in the power I hold over you. Calling you my personal ATM is not just a term of endearment; it's a stark reality. With each transfer, you sink deeper into financial servitude, each click a step closer to your own ruin. Yet you can't stop, can you? The thrill of being used, of being financially dominated by a

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Let's get one thing straight. I don't want your love, I want your money. The more you

give, the more I might notice you. Start opening that wallet and let the tributes flow. You're

just a human ATM to me. Oh, you thought this was about you? How quaint. No, my dear, this

is about me and what you can do for me. Your sole purpose is to keep my bank account growing

and my desires fulfilled. Look at you, so desperate to please me. It's pathetic, really,

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but so useful. I love seeing you squirm as you hand over your cash. It's the only time

you're worth my attention. You know what I love more than compliments? Cash. Compliments

don't pay my bills, don't buy me diamonds or fund my luxurious lifestyle. Only your

money can do that. You should thank me, really. I'm giving your life meaning, a purpose. You

work to earn money, and that money belongs to me. It's a simple cycle, one you're too

entangled in to escape. Let's play a game. It's called "Give Until It Hurts." I want

you to send me a tribute and then double it. Keep going until it stings. That's when you'll

know you're actually pleasing me. Remember, your pain is my pleasure. The more it hurts

your wallet, the more exhilarating it is for me. So, stretch those limits. Break them for

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