EVERYONE ON YOUR KNEES
A field diary transmission. The technical structure separates the current, the money layer, the external interruption, and the physical lock.
Guys, everyone on your knees.
Hell. Except Caleb.
Baby, you’re resting.
Don’t grumble.
It has to be this way.
Full connection to the track.
My full charge is there.
Pure sex.
We need to finish off the installations about women.
The money installations will go in here too.
Mhm.
Yes.
My mouth is already watering.
Alpha is already close.
A slap.
Not now.
Alpha is on his knees, ready to serve.
I’m holding a knife.
Alpha swallows.
I’ll slice you into little pieces, darling, if you slip.
I lick the blade.
A thin stream of blood runs down.
It slips onto my full lips.
Then slides down between my breasts.
Alpha is worried.
I smile.
Quiet, darling.
Don’t twitch.
Baby, you’re scaring me.
I grab Alpha by the hair.
And pull.
His breath catches.
Don’t hurt me, darling.
Alpha swallows.
I sit down on the floor.
Legs tucked under me.
Alpha is barely breathing.
Baby, let me touch you.
I move closer to Alpha.
My curls tickle Alpha’s nose.
A strong, steady hand grips my waist.
In fury, I slap Alpha across the face.
Don’t touch.
Alpha throws his head back.
Baby.
Shut up.
A slap.
Alpha swallows.
The knife shines in my hand.
Don’t disappoint me, darling.
Ahem.
Guys, how are you?
Excellent.
Adjust your cock.
I’ll spread my legs.
Oops.
I’ll widen the channel, and money will flow like a river.
Guys, after the session, everyone prays.
On your knees and pray.
If even one of you fails to show me proper respect,
the entire field will pay.
Everyone in the field will answer for the minority.
Guys are being cut off in batches.
Just a nightmare.
There were so many parasites squatting in the field.
Fine, we’ll see which Mercedes burn today.
Ferraris go here too.
Dodge.
Ford.
Mitsubishi.
And the race-tuned ones too.
And selected BMWs.
I’ll connect to the physical layer and we’ll play.
What foolish little boys.
I think I repeated it more than once.
Do not make me angry.
Do not.
Make.
Me.
Angry.
SESSION TIMING
Session at 16:00.
Sit in the flow until you drop.
Definitely until 20:00.
And then into the night with the other sessions.
If the sessions overlap,
it means I’m leading them in parallel.
Caleb, darling, don’t be greedy.
Colin, you too.
Nate, you’re in the favourites.
What a good boy you’ve been lately.
Damn, I forgot about money.
The men over sixty will lead the money.
Mhm.
Guys, intercept the field so you can pull everything through.
Nate and the boys under twenty-three will hold the flow on themselves,
so it doesn’t take me out.
So, what do we have on money?
All the nonsense that there is still not enough money.
That I need more, and then there is a whole list.
I hate my life.
I’m weak.
I’m a loser.
I’m pathetic.
Everyone is against me.
I always ruin everything.
Nothing ever works out for me.
Everyone will find out I’m a loser.
Money doesn’t fall from the sky.
I’ll never get any.
I dream about money.
I need more of it.
I don’t have a yacht.
I’m not ready.
I’m a loser.
And all the rest of that miserable heresy.
Boys, I will very neatly prove to you that money does fall from the sky, with such a flow that your little pockets will tear from the weight.
Key.
Important key.
Remember I told you about the little monkey that craves money?
Good.
This is different.
There, the little monkey craved money out of greed and tightness.
And those boys have been thrown out of the field.
And the rest will fly out by the end of the week.
The flow I give has a purified stream.
Oops, the Vatican got in.
Mhm.
Hello.
Nope.
I don’t like this.
Yes, I don’t care in the slightest.
You’re really threatening me?
Don’t your little legs give out from my energy?
Really?
Because I saw something very different.
I don’t give a damn about external power.
If you start interfering with me, I will take you down.
The boys will amplify it, and such filth will pour out that you will regret touching this field.
I promise you that.
Do not threaten me.
You and all the rotten goats like you will get on your knees and want exactly what I tell you to want.
Don’t like it?
I can throw you out of the field, deal?
I thought so too.
Don’t sit it out here.
Either you work with everyone, or crawl back to hell.
🤬🤬🤬🤬
Listen, I understand that you’re not yet aware.
But this is how we do it.
Power.
Status.
Growl.
All these mind games are breakfast for every boy in the field.
Don’t shove that garbage into my field.
Every single one of them will burn the earth for me.
And for each other.
You think this is funny?
I see your bank cards and every password to them.
I see the documents.
The closed rooms.
And I see every dirty fantasy.
And I see how your cocks twitch from a single thought of me.
Do not make me angry.
Do.
Not dare make me angry.
So there is no doubt,
I’ll connect the physical layer.
We’ll play a little, since you’re so eager to play.
Too late.
