How are my little wimp? Gimp? Simp? I have so many names for you, and as long as they are low level and degrading, they FIT! Because all you are is a pathetic, weak loser...especially in my presence. You are bottom feeding loser. I can feel your fear right through this lens, and for some sick reason, that excites me! That excitement only fuels my strength and power. I makes me want to snap you tiny little fucking neck. You fear me, you fear my strength and my power! Can you even fathom how much strength and power flows through my veins? The physical domination I have over you is quite scar...

How are my little wimp? Gimp? Simp? I have so many names for you, and as long as they are low level and degrading, they FIT! Because all you are is a pathetic, weak loser...especially in my presence. You are bottom feeding loser. I can feel your fear right through this lens, and for some sick reason, that excites me! That excitement only fuels my strength and power. I makes me want to snap you tiny little fucking neck. You fear me, you fear my strength and my power! Can you even fathom how much strength and power flows through my veins? The physical domination I have over you is quite scary, but the combination of both fear and excitement makes you twitch and shake and sweat. Sounds a bit like an addiction, doesn't it? I will tell you this...this is only the beginning of your addiction to ME! I own you! You are wrapped up in my web of strength power and domination. I will snap you in half if you ever try to escape or attempt to break this addiction to me. I will find you and brutally put you in a bear hug and squuuuueeeze the life right out of you. I will look you in your eyes while your soul leaves your body. And that is after I listen to your ribs and spine crack and pop by my vice-like grip around your body. That crushing and crumbling sound makes me want to grab your face and pound it into my concrete pecs. I don't play nice! I might put my arm around your neck and twist and pop my bicep right into your jugular, taking your breath away, listening to you gasp for air. I am in full control of each and every breath you take. My overbearing power against your weak, sad body is enough to even scare me. Sometimes I don't even know my own power! I have to be careful! But I need you to stick around, because a broken toy is worth nothing! And you belong to me now! I own everything about you! I own your thoughts, your desires, I own EVERYTHING! The only thing that you have control over is the fact that you fear me. You are powerless over your addiction to me. I want to listen to your body snap, crackle and pop! My huge bulging biceps flexing in your face scare the bajeezus out of you! HAHAHA! The more fear you show me, the more worried you should be! I am control of your fate! My muscles will destroy you, break you, crush you and turn you to dust. My most musculars are brutal to watch, aren't they? Imagine being in the midst of my powerful arms. You don't have any manhood right now, and I will take any last bit you may think you have. My whole body was built with strength and power, and, most importantly, motivation dedication and determination. I will leave you in fetal position, curled up crying in fear and submission. Yet, you still beg for more! And I love to dish it out! Especially to weak, fragile, frail feeble waste of spaces like YOU!