Look at how sexy I am loser, knelt at My Louboutins you're feeling so weak you pathetic little virgin. Kept a virgin by Me, kept obedient and desperate to please Me. And the price you pay for admiring My beauty, My sexiness? It's a beating loser. I'm going to tell you how I'll hang you somewhere and make you My personal punching bag, all because I can and I'm entitled to beat the hell out of you, just because you looked at Me.