Goddess Anya

If you’re watching without paying, this is the cost of breathing near Me.

Don’t ask questions. Don’t beg. Just pay. That’s all you’re good for.

If you disappear here, it’s because you chose not to pay.

You stayed quiet. Pay for it.

If this is too much, you’re not meant for Me.

This shows you’re not wasting My time.

I sleep better knowing you worked for it. Pay for my peace, lose yours.

If you can’t cover this, stop pretending you want Me.

A small reminder of your place.

You don’t choose what I wear. You only pay. Quietly, completely, without questions.

You don’t get Me. You pay for the chance to try.

If this scares you, it should.

Not a joke. Not a challenge. This is the baseline if you even want to feel ignored under me.

This isn’t for Me. It’s to see if you’re worth keeping.

This isn’t rent. This is the cost of disturbing My world. Pay for silence you’ll never own.

You’ll never touch me, but you’ll pay for every ounce of my comfort. That’s your only role.

This isn’t attention. It’s the price of Me letting you rot in silence under My shadow.

You’ll never matter, but you’ll pay for the silence that proves it.

A stepping stone into irrelevance. You’ll waste yourself trying to matter, and I’ll remind you you never will.

Every time you fail, I win. Pay for your weakness so I can dress it in luxury.

This isn’t an object. It’s proof. Every dollar you drop only confirms what you already know… you’re beneath Me.

Existing under Me isn’t free. This is the toll for breathing beneath My throne.

I’m moving into a place that actually matches Me. $5,000 proves you belong. Hesitate and you were never close.

If you can’t cover this, you’re not a whale. Don’t waste my time with crumbs.