You're back again. Craving that special humiliation you can only find at My hands. You're addicted, aren't you, pet? Addicted to the way My smile shines bright. The way My mocking laughter rings cruelly through your mind. The way I raise My pretty, perfect fingers to flip you off, reminding you of what you really are. You're just a loser. My loser. My addicted little walletbitch. You exist to feed My greedy little heart. To spoil Me, to pay Me. You exist to be used. To be fucked over. That's the only thing you're good for.

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