I settle back with my new stash and tell you in plain terms: you’ll be paying for all of it. Watch me light a long, slow cigarette and inhale that cool cloud while I remind you how much you love watching me smoke. I love seeing you squirm when I blow smoke in your face, teasing you about the ashes like they’re a currency you can’t afford to lose.
You’ll fund my habit, and you’ll accept every speck of ash as proof of your submission. I toy with you about what I could do with them, and you know I mean it. Keep your eyes on the smoke, slave, and prove you’re worth another pack.