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As with many of my victims, he did not understand the power I had over him.

“Tribute $150,” I instructed him.

He hesitated. I knew what was coming.

“Normally when I tribute, I'm forced to do it,” he said.

I smiled. “This doesn't feel forced to you?” I asked.

He hesitated again. Finally, “no.”

I spoke.

“Feel pain.”

Instantly he began to scream.

Gently, I asked him, “now do you feel forced?”

“Yes, yes,” he gasped.

I briefly considered continuing to torture him as he tributed, but I was already anticipating seeing the money and thought that the convulsions might prevent him from typing.

“And the pain goes away, and feel that relief,” I said. His screams stopped. His gasping slowed. His breathing returned to normal.

“Now do you understand the control I have over you?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir,” he responded, his voice still shaking.

“Now tribute.”