There is a natural order to the world - certain patterns that are inevitable. Just as the sun sets at every dusk and the moon rises in its place, just as the ocean tides brush against the shoreline in an unbroken chain of white-capped beauty... So too do losers pay. Losers serve and grovel and worship their superiors - while hot girls like Me get everything that we want. Every day, I wake up and you devoted little pets scurry to impress Me. To please Me. To tribute to My perfection. Why? Because you cannot help yourself. There is a compulsion within your chest, a need that grows stronger wi... Show more