Look at you, desperate and weak, sitting there, knowing that I own you. Every dollar in your bank account belongs to me. Your purpose is to serve, to obey, and to give. You're nothing without me. You crave this—my control, my power—and you'll do anything to keep it, won't you? Of course, you will.

Your pathetic little paycheck means nothing compared to my lifestyle, but that doesn't matter. What matters is how much you suffer to give me what I deserve. Every dollar you send is a piece of your soul, and I want it all

Look at you, desperate and weak, sitting there, knowing that I own you. Every dollar in your bank account belongs to me. Your purpose is to serve, to obey, and to give. You're nothing without me. You crave this—my control, my power—and you'll do anything to keep it, won't you? Of course, you will.

Your pathetic little paycheck means nothing compared to my lifestyle, but that doesn't matter. What matters is how much you suffer to give me what I deserve. Every dollar you send is a piece of your soul, and I want it all