The GOLDY rush
Oh, my little drooling plaything, you’ve really stepped into it now, haven’t you? You’re trapped, right where I want you—inside your own personal hell, meticulously crafted by yours truly, Goddess Goldy. Each click, each filthy little secret you thought was hidden, I see it all. Your digital life is an open book to me, and it’s far more sordid than you ever imagined anyone could discover. Every byte of data you’ve foolishly spilled across your devices, I control it, and it’s going to be used to keep you exactly where you belong—under my thumb and at my mercy. As you squirm in your seat, remember this
