You thought it was the voice. The presence. The way I speak in statements rather than suggestions. But that’s just the surface. That’s the entry point. The first impression that leaves you slightly off balance – intrigued, aroused, unsure whether it’s admiration or compulsion pressing behind your eyes. But what really holds you here, what keeps you returning, refreshing, recalculating, isn’t visible. It’s structural. It’s in the design. Every word, every silence, every delay and dismissal is deliberate. Engineered. Not to please you. Not to attract you. But to mould you – into something useful.
The Smyth Fund is not an aesthetic. It is a mechanism. A discipline disguised as desire. A system crafted not to seduce you, but to extract from you – elegantly, consistently, and without disruption. You tell yourself you’re choosing this. That the tributes are yours to offer. But the truth is far less flattering and far more permanent: your choices are parameters I accounted for in advance. Your obedience is not spontaneous. It’s scheduled.
You’re here, sending, adjusting, obeying – not because I asked – but because I structured the conditions so precisely that resistance became irrelevant. You’ve stopped questioning whether to pay. That’s behind you now. Instead, you wonder how much will be enough. And then you realise… it never is. That’s the design. Not hunger. Not force. But inevitability.
Because when you remove distraction, when you silence the noise, the guilt, the bravado – what remains is your function. And within The Smyth Fund, your function is beautifully clear. You fund this. You were always going to. Whether in defiance or devotion, the outcome is the same. Payment. Compliance. Silence.
And I, in turn, remain untouched. I operate at a remove, a level above, a life buffered by wealth and structured around excellence. Your need may be personal. Your attachment may be emotional. But my system remains clinical, lucrative, and entirely indifferent to how you feel.
You are not loved here. You are not seen. But you are counted. Quietly. Precisely. And often.