Just look at yourself. Oh, how truly pathetic you are. It's laughable, really. It's embarrassing to even acknowledge your existence. But it's so amusing to see you crawl, squirm, and beg for my attention. Yet, you are nothing to me. Absolutely nothing. A speck of dust in my grand universe. You're aware of this, aren't you? The cold, hard truth that your existence means nothing to me.

I wouldn't even bat an eyelash at the thought of unmasking you, revealing your pathetic, pitiful self to everyone you've ever known. Your friends, your family, your colleagues. They would all see the t...

Just look at yourself. Oh, how truly pathetic you are. It's laughable, really. It's embarrassing to even acknowledge your existence. But it's so amusing to see you crawl, squirm, and beg for my attention. Yet, you are nothing to me. Absolutely nothing. A speck of dust in my grand universe. You're aware of this, aren't you? The cold, hard truth that your existence means nothing to me.

I wouldn't even bat an eyelash at the thought of unmasking you, revealing your pathetic, pitiful self to everyone you've ever known. Your friends, your family, your colleagues. They would all see the true, pitiful bitch you are. You know it, don't you? The gnawing reality that, deep down, you deserve to be exposed. You deserve to have your secrets spilled, your shameful desires laid bare for all to see.

Because you're a loser. A fucking loser. And losers like you deserve nothing less than complete and utter exposure. You deserve to be seen for what you truly are: a weak, pitiful, pathetic excuse for a man. So go ahead and cower in fear, knowing that I hold your fragile reputation in the palm of my hand. And remember this - you mean nothing to me. Absolutely nothing.