You go to the gym. You only like submissive, docile women. You have at least three separate podcasts that guide you through life and how to strut your masculinity around.

Too bad it's all one big lie, and I saw through it the moment you crossed My path.

Alpha men don't exist but you sure love to puff your chest and play pretend. It's your little fantasy. But it's only to cover up your real fantasy.

I think by the throbbing in your pants as I lash My sharp tongue at your ego is going to show Me exactly what it is.