You can’t even get through it without thinking about me, can you? And for that, you owe me. Every single time you fuck her, every single time you use the thought of me to make yourself hard, you’re stealing from me. Stealing my image, my power, my essence, just to survive that miserable excuse of a marriage. Do you even realize how pathetic that makes you? To need another woman—no, me—just to fuck your wife. God, you’re a loser in every possible way. And you think I’m going to let that slide?

You can’t even get through it without thinking about me, can you? And for that, you owe me. Every single time you fuck her, every single time you use the thought of me to make yourself hard, you’re stealing from me. Stealing my image, my power, my essence, just to survive that miserable excuse of a marriage. Do you even realize how pathetic that makes you? To need another woman—no, me—just to fuck your wife. God, you’re a loser in every possible way. And you think I’m going to let that slide?