You Mean Nothing to Me
Mortals, gather 'round and tremble before me, your goddess of indifference. I am the mistress of the cold shoulder, the tamer of the eager and the ignorer of the desperate. My realm is one of deliberate disregard, where your deepest desires are met with a dismissive wave of my hand. You, my pathetic bitches, will beg for my attention, plead for my affection, and cry out for my acknowledgement. But I will ignore you, dismiss you, and leave you wanting. Your every whim, your every fetish, will be met with a deafening silence, a silence that will drive you to the brink of madness. I delight in the desperation that fuels your desire, the desperation that drives you to try harder, to beg louder, and to plead more fervently. But no matter how hard you try, I will remain aloof, distant, and uninterested. You will be my plaything, my toy, my amusement. I will use you for my own pleasure, ignoring your needs, your wants, and your desires. And when I'm done with you, I'll cast you aside, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your shattered ego. So, come, my ignored slaves, and indulge in the agony of my indifference. Let me be your goddess, your mistress, your tamer. Let me ignore you, dismiss you, and leave you begging for more. But be warned, I am not for the faint of heart. My indifference is not for those who crave attention, affection, or validation. It's for those who can handle the pain of being ignored, the agony of being dismissed, and the ecstasy of being treated like nothing. So, if you think you can handle the cruelty of my indifference, then come, and let's play a game of ignore. But don't say I didn't warn you...
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