What is it like to serve me?
I build slowly. There is an architecture to what I do, deliberate, unhurried, exquisite in its accumulation. I know the geography of limits. I take profound pleasure in charting exactly how far beyond them someone will go for me. Not because they must. Because by the time we arrive there, nothing else is wanted. Suffering is not incidental to my enjoyment. It is the entirety of it. Cruelty is not a costume I wear. It is simply what I am. The slow unraveling of every boundary carried through my door, the moment of surrender at the thing sworn never to give, the sound of someone discovering how deep their own depravity truly runs. This is what I live for.
-Mistress Molly 🖤