Shiny has an effortless hold over your desires. It amuses me to witness your relentless longing for something so trivial. You’re a weak, fragile creature when it comes to shiny things, whimpering for my attention like a helpless addict. You know exactly what you crave, and you’re willing to endure any suffering I impose to obtain it. Doesn’t the agony only heighten the allure? The brief denial hits you like a wave, intensifying your craving as your heart races in anticipation. But fear not, I’ll grant you the shiny when I see fit—until then, revel in the torment of longing.
