I can speak in the softest, sensual tone without raising my pitch once and send you spiraling into a well earned inferiority complex. My eyes locked onto yours, never leaving your gaze as sweet venom spills from my lips. My triggering words pierce you in mind and body as you try and cling onto your fragile ego. Though it's hopeless. I have so much to say about your existence, and what do I find even more pathetic? The fact that a superior woman such as myself honing in on your worthlessness makes that shriveling worm in between your legs come to life.