At My Mercy

You know what’s tempting about you? How badly you want My attention.

I can practically feel you hovering, wondering what it’ll take to make Me look your way. Send something. Wait. Send more when I leave you wanting. I love knowing you’re sitting there hoping I’ll finally notice you.

And when I do? I’ll make you regret how easy you were to tempt.

I might tease you. I might belittle you. I might remind you that all that begging only made me smile.

But you’ll keep coming back, because there’s something addictive about being noticed by me, even when I make you feel small for wanting it so badly.

So go ahead, sweetheart. Pay for My attention. Beg for it. Let’s see how much you’re willing to give just to hear Me say your name.