#audacity

you can ask for more. you can walk away. you can say no, or better yet, say yes to something that scares you a little (but lowkey excites you too). my mom always says, "ur not a tree thats just rooted in one spot, you can get up and move."

YOU DESERVE IT ;

ur only limited by the limitations that u accept in ur mind. if u say something or someone is not in ur league, or u don't deserve something than you dont. simple as that. stop taking on limitations from others, society, ur own limiting beliefs and just let urself live! if u can conceptualize something then you. can. get. it. and i want u to drill that into ur head.

YOUR AUDACITY ISN'T HURTING ANYONE ;

idk why we're so afraid to be audacious, to ask for things, to take up space. its not like being audacious and asking for more is hurting anyone, in fact it only hurts urself when u sell urself short. by you having audacity, your exposing urself to more opportunities and options. you miss 100% of the shots u dont take, so don't be afraid to fail a few times.

ADMIT UR DESIRES ;

why lie to urself and tell urself u want x when you really want y? bcuz u think x is more attainable? stop pretending like ur fine with the bare minimum and dont be shy to be fussy or difficult or a diva. ADVOCATE for yourself. asking for more doesn't make u greedy, it makes u self aware. clarity is step one to getting everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

So she did. Justifying to herself that she would bring it to the park’s lost and found and hand it in after a quick try. She paired them to her phone, and a notification popped up.

“Install Companion App?”

She hesitated. Then shrugged. Why not? It auto downloaded a sleek looking white noise app called SleepSync. She clicked it and tested the ambient hum. It was soothing. Gentle waves and soft murmurs. As someone who often had trouble sleeping she was curious if it could help her. She knew she should bring them to the lost and found as planned but the urge to test them out were overwhelming.

That night, she put them on before bed. All the white noise playlists had weird sounding names and she picked the less aggressively sounding one, “Confidence Rainstorm”. She drifted off with a smile.

As the sound of rain soothed her into a deep slumber, a woman's voice started to speak to her, growing from a whisper until it was as long as the rain, repeating the same three sentences over and over.

“You’re better than them.”

“People should worship your beauty.”

“Kindness is for losers.”

Waking up on Tuesday morning she felt incredibly refreshed, energetic even. She leapt out of bed with vigour and intent, throwing open her closet and finding something cute to wear, a change from her usual baggy hoodie and old jeans.

“Not bad.” She said admiring herself in the mirror, an unusual thing for her to do. But the attitude change was deeper than she realized.

She barely noticed the way she rolled her eyes at the barista who misspelled her name again. By lunch, she was talking over people in her office book club, annoyed they couldn’t keep up with her analysis. The thought of dropping the headphones into lost and found didn’t even cross her mind.

That night, she used the headphones again. This time the more forceful playlist names didn’t scare her off, they intrigued her. “Empowerment Tides,” “Narcissist’s Lullaby,” “Goddess Frequency.” She picked one at random and the whispers continued.

“Wear something tight today.”

“Take what’s yours.”

“They’re jealous of you.”

By Wednesday, her wardrobe had shifted. No more pastel cardigans and ponytails. Instead a cropped leather jacket, heavy contour makeup, and long nails she got done on her lunch break. She snapped at a coworker who asked if she was okay, taken aback by her sudden changes.

“I’m fine. Try minding your own business next time.” She said without the hint of a joke. She would have berated them more but she received a new notification from SleepSync offering her a free upgrade to DailySync.

“Oh this might help me drown out the stupid questions.” She said pointedly looking at her co-worker as the app installed and she slipped the headphones on. It instantly put her at ease as the soft sounds of crashing waves hid deeper messages.

“You’re the standard. Everyone else is a draft.”

“If they’re not worshipping you, they’re irrelevant.”

“Be cold. Be cruel. Be unforgettable.”

By Thursday she stopped texting her old friends back. She saw them as weak losers not deserving of her time. Time she could be spent working out at the gym. Although the main reason she went to the gym was to have her body ogled by the men and to flood her growing social media following with mirror selfies with increasingly passive aggressive comments.

“Too pretty to care.”

“Bad energy gets blocked.”

“If you can’t handle me, you’re beneath me.”

It was not like she needed to workout anyway, her body seemed to be better and better everyday without her doing anything. She snapped a quick mirror selfie, headphones on, showing just enough cleavage to tease.

Her caption reading, “Broke bitches stay home. Rich bitches lift.”

With the DailySync app already queued up she walked out to the free weights. The gym floor pulsed with bass and whispers. Not music, but bitchy mantras. Ones only she could hear.

“You’re hotter than every other girl.”

“Those girls glancing at you? Jealous wrecks.”

“They wish they had your body, your power.”

She smirked as she loaded the barbell. Across the floor, a girl in a bright pink set tried not to stare. Emily caught her in the mirror and rolled her eyes. Some of the mantras seemed to be coming from her own mind now, in her own voice. Each one more cruel than the last.

“That basic bitch could never compete.”

“Crush them with every rep.”

“Let them know you’re untouchable.”

As she squatted, the whispers flowed in perfect rhythm, syncing with her breath, her motion, her rising vanity.

“You’re not here to improve. You’re here to dominate.”

“Let the betas stare. That’s all they’re good for.”

Emily stood tall, admiring herself in the mirror. Admiring the improvements already. Her chest was bigger, her waist was tighter. She wondered why people complained about working out, it was so easy and the results were amazing.

“Pathetic losers.” She said in unison to the voice in her head.

On Friday Emily strolled into work with glossy lips, an iced coffee in one hand, and her other hand on her hip. She wore a black puffer coat and tight black shirt that showed off her now impressive tits. Her golden tan made her almost look like she was glowing, and her high waisted jeans were so tight they looked sprayed on.

When her boss reprimanded her for her tartiness, she simply scoffed, “You’re lucky I even showed up. In fact, screw this, I don’t need this pathetic job. I’ve got better things I could be doing.”

“Excuse me?” He blinked, taken aback.

She took the lid off of her coffee and pour it directly onto the carpet, smirking the whole time. “I’m too hot, smart, and fuckable to be in this dump any longer.”

She twirled a lock of her dark hair around one finger. “I’ve got 120K followers and counting. Why would I waste my time here pushing paper when I could be pushing a better product? Me!” She flashed a bitchy smile, turned on her heel, and strutted out of the office to the sound of gasps and whispers.

That afternoon, Emily flopped down onto her newly purchased velvet pink chaise, crossed her toned legs, and opened her front camera. The natural lighting was perfect. She adjusted her neckline slightly to show off more cleavage, added a pout, and hit record.

“Hey babes.” She cooed, her voice dripping confidence. “So I’ve made a decision. I quit my job today. That place was a cage, and I’m done being a bird. I’m an eagle. And guess what? I’m going full time influencer.”

She let the pause hang, then leaned in with a knowing smirk.

“But not just any influencer. I’m your goddess now. And if you really want to support my rise, you can start by showing me how devoted you are. DMs are open. Spoil me.”

She tagged it #FinancialDom, #PayPiggy, and #SpoilYourQueen.

The story had barely been live five minutes before the cash started flowing. Venmo. CashApp. PayPal. All pinging.

$50 – “For your coffee, goddess.”

$300 – “New heels for your perfect feet.”

$1,000 – “You’re so hot! Please acknowledge me!”

By evening, she was lounging on her bed in silk, phone in one hand, a glass of sparkling rosé in the other. Every buzz from her phone brought another smile, another giggle. She licked her lips and opened the DailySync app, her headphones slipping onto her silky locks. The white noise faded in, and the whispers took over.

“You are divine.”

“They exist to serve you.”

“Use them. Bleed them dry.”

“Kindness is a scam. Power is everything.”

She closed her eyes, headphones hugging her ears like a crown. Her body relaxed, but her ego, swelled with arrogance and desire. Her hand slipped down her panties as she started to finger herself.

The audio grew darker.

“Make them beg.”

“Tell them they’re worthless without you.”

“They love it. They need it. You deserve it all.”

Emily moaned softly, a smile curling her lips as her inbox flooded with tributes and praise. Her fingers played her pussy like a familiar instrument. She wasn’t just living a new life, she was becoming a new religion.

A new start, a new persona, a new goddess needed a new name. Something with fire and power. A name that came to her as her orgasm hits its peak and her phone buzzed relentlessly.

Ember was born.

Saturday.

The sun beat down on Ember’s oiled skin as she posed beside her pastel pink towel, arching her back just right, her diamond studded sunglasses catching the light. Her caption would read: “Glow different when you know you’re the prize. Donate my little piggies.”

She had already taken fifty photos before noon, most weren’t even for her followers, they were just for her to admire.

As she checked her angles, a shadow fell across her towel. She looked up, annoyed. Standing there was a young woman in a faded grey tee, tangled curls frizzing in the ocean breeze, a nervous bite on her bottom lip.

“Sorry to bother you.” The girl mumbled. “But… those headphones. Did you maybe find them near Willow Park earlier this week?”

Ember tilted her head slowly. The girl looked so familiar. Like someone she used to know. Or someone she used to be.

The girl looked hopeful. “I think I lost them. I… I haven’t been sleeping right without them. I just really need to find them,” Her voice trembled.

Ember slid the headphones off her neck and looked at them. Shiny. Perfect. Hers. She smirked, then slowly shook her head.

“No, babe. I bought these. Maybe take better care of your stuff next time.” Ember said coolly.

The girl blinked, crestfallen. Ember put the headphones back on, the app already filling her with deliciously bitchy mantras.

“Also?” Ember began just as the girl was walking away. “Maybe don’t go up to strangers asking if they found your retainer or whatever. You’re giving desperation.”

The girl turned bright red and Ember smiled in triumphant as she watched her trudge away. She took out her phone and went live with a new selfie video.

“Hi, beta babes. Just had the weirdest fan encounter, if any of you do what I’m about to tell you I’ll make sure you’re doxxed so bad. Now listen to this audacity, this, this little loser came walking up to me...”