I don’t believe in any divine being. Max, however, has become a Goddess to me, one that I will get on my knees for and do what any other devout religious man would do for their God. I’ll praise everything from her annoying tendencies to talk when she shouldn’t, to that perfect cunt of hers. The moment that word, ‘ditto’, came from her lips, she understood freedom from me was impossible and the only way she would be without me, was with my death. She can read my silence, which is all I need for her to do
