I use your offerings however I please, with zero regard for the effort or thought you foolishly put into them. Picture this: your hard-earned cash crumpled in my fist, used to light a candle or wipe a smudge from my mirror, then tossed aside like the garbage it is. The handbag you saved for? I might wear it once, or not at all—maybe I’ll throw it out just to remind you how disposable you are. Your jewelry? Sold, pawned, or left to gather dust while I laugh at how desperate you were to see me wear it. Everything you give me becomes fuel for my amusement, my pleasure, and your humiliation. Th...

I use your offerings however I please, with zero regard for the effort or thought you foolishly put into them. Picture this: your hard-earned cash crumpled in my fist, used to light a candle or wipe a smudge from my mirror, then tossed aside like the garbage it is. The handbag you saved for? I might wear it once, or not at all—maybe I’ll throw it out just to remind you how disposable you are. Your jewelry? Sold, pawned, or left to gather dust while I laugh at how desperate you were to see me wear it. Everything you give me becomes fuel for my amusement, my pleasure, and your humiliation. The harder you try to please me, the more I show you how little you matter. That’s your purpose now: to give until it hurts, to sacrifice everything, and to get nothing but my smirk and disdain in return.