The inevitable pull

You get so weak for the thrill. You love the danger of wandering into My forest. It's much more fun when there's risk, isn't it?
Others are fine with coins, but this Goddess wants real riches.

Everything else is boring in comparison once you've found Me. You want to be challenged. You want to tremble when you hit that send button and sacrifice more than you ever have before. You want to make Me proud.

You want to feel like pathetic prey in My pretty claws. I won't hunt you down ~ but I will set traps. And those claws will tighten before you even have a thought of escaping.

You want to melt for My voice ~ the familiar, sultry hug that you'll come to crave, even when My words bruise your dumb ego.

You want to kneel for My delectable curves, every single inch bringing you straight to your knees because your will is powerless when I exist.

It's crazy how I'm already inside your stupid brain, dictating your next moves and sending you into a spiral that won't cease until you serve Me to the best of your abilities.

Nobody can make you weak like Fern can~