Look at you, whimpering, yearning for the sting of my words. Pathetic, isn't it? You've traded dignity for this— for the thrill of being debased, degraded by my cruel tongue."

"And each plea, each shudder under my ridicule, they're music to my ears. I've made you this pathetic puppet, dancing on the strings of my harsh words. Your humiliation, your submission—it's all so deliciously entertaining."

Look at you, whimpering, yearning for the sting of my words. Pathetic, isn't it? You've traded dignity for this— for the thrill of being debased, degraded by my cruel tongue."

"And each plea, each shudder under my ridicule, they're music to my ears. I've made you this pathetic puppet, dancing on the strings of my harsh words. Your humiliation, your submission—it's all so deliciously entertaining."