Your parents have died, and I have decided to graciously take you into My mansion. I give you a cold, dark cellar to rest in, dingy rags to wear, and old scraps of food to survive off of. I make you work all day and night doing chores. I you to entertain guests at My upscale parties by kissing Our feet and telling Us how beautiful We are. My guests get such a kick out of your emaciated body in your dirty rags. As if your life wasn't already a living hell, I humiliate you further by having sex with real men while you're in your cellar listening. I know that you have feelings for Me, but you're ... Show more