In a dry and barren land, Satan proffered three temptations to The Son of Man. He still offers those enticements of passion, power, and protection to this daughter, but each boil down to one, essential question: my way or my Master’s…
And my Master’s words reach me amid the screams of self-sufficiency.
I know you’re starved. You have been apart, alone from any who could be your comfort in the blackest of midnights. You have been dry and sun-scorched, longing for a single droplet of succor. I feel every desire swirling within you- the need to be passionately understood and wanted. You believe you will surely die if you do not eat from the fruit I promise.
Will you admit this emptiness? Or are you sickened when your need chips away at the immense throne of self-sufficiency you’ve constructed? Will you ever confess that perhaps you, alone, are not enough? Or does marble-cold fear keep you in this desert?
I can offer life that is beyond what others call “good.” I can give you everything that your body cries out for when no one is left to listen. Will you accept my offer of something beyond fantasy? Where being ravished is only the start? When every wave of pleasure only promises to submit to future desires? Can you imagine a life where each day closes with release- from all this responsibility, this burden, from yourself? In losing yourself in another, your soul might just tumble over into something akin to ecstasy.
All of it- a touch, a knowing, an all-consuming fire is within your grasp. Or just out of reach. That’s the world you’ve created here- isn’t it? Reward, redemption are always so far away. I can give you a completely tangible, ever-present Now.
The choice, as it has been from the dawn of time, is mine. There really is only one.
Rule 18: All my choices shall be based upon whether or not they will please my Master.