Lamb to the slaughter 🖤 (cw: metaphorical ritual sacrifice)

You were someone, once, before I found you. Now, you're less and you're more. Less, because your will is gone. More, because mine has replaced it. You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you? And yet, you still wish you could give more.

Oh, how you long for the knife, little lamb. To offer everything you have at my altar. It's adorable, if misguided. I don't just own your body, sweet thing. I own your soul. You have nothing left to sacrifice. Nothing left to give.

Maybe that makes it worth all the more, though, that you wish you could offer something greater still. That, in your mind, neither your whole self nor your eternal service are valuable enough gifts for your Goddess.

You'll never be worthy of me, little lamb. You know that as well as I do. Yet, you still serve, and for that, dear one, you've earned my love all the same.