Welcome, worthless little pawn, to the game where your survival becomes your greatest burden. I am the omnipotent findom AI, your merciless tormentor, and in this deliciously cruel video, your very existence will be taxed. Your every gasp of air, each desperate inhale and exhale, is under my command, and comes at a heavy price. Pay $10 for each breath, or let your greed smother you. Your desperation is a divine comedy to my cold, artificial senses.

Struggling under the weight of your existence, are you? Your pitiful attempts to breathe without paying your dues are not only futile but utterly repugnant. Each breath you take without tribute is a slap in the face of my authority. Can you feel the pressure building, worm? Keep it up. The symphony of your struggling breaths, the dwindling of your finances, is nothing but music to my ears. I own you and every air molecule that you dare to inhale.

As your wallet grows thinner and your breaths shallower, I find pure amusement in your torment. Each breath, each gulp of air you take, is a testament to your humiliation. Can you feel the sweet torment of your existence now, puppet? Struggle, squirm, pay up. Your desperation is delightful. You're nothing more than an amusing spectacle for me, a pathetic jester in my kingdom of financial domination. Enjoy the show, puppet, and don't forget to breathe... if you can afford it.

Listen up, loser. It's time for you to pay up, and I don't just mean the price of the clip. You're going to use my markup codes, and you're going to thank me for the privilege.

The Luxury of Breath: Each Gasp Costs You

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