you want Me to use you as a seat. you want Me to pound your face. Even ignore you. Turn you into a pathetic cushion. Because I don't see you as a man. Just a bitch boy. And bitch boys are to use at My will. deplete you, wear you out. flatten you. And you couldn't be happier than that. you know it. you're nothing to Me otherwise. WEAK. PRESSED. BITCH. this is the dynamic of life. you're a pressed bitch and I have these certain expectations of you.