Awww, look at you, on your knees with your wallet in your mouth, mindfucked and desperate. It'd be cute if it wasn't so pathetic.
That's enough about you, because this is ALL about me.
You know you need to be a good little boy and show me what you're worth, don't you?
I'm a spoilt, selfish, obnoxious, brat who deserves everything. Your devotion counts for nothing, but your wallet might just hold my attention long enough for you to see my cute, adorable nature. I have that side too, it's just going to cost you to see it.
See, here's the thing. I'll let you into a secret right now. All women are superior to you silly little dick-led weaklings. Sadly, some of them are too stupid to realise it. Luckily for you I'm not.
This isn't about what you want, or what you get. I command everything from you and you deserve nothing in return, and you will keep giving in to me because you have no other option, do you? You couldn't walk away now if you tried, look at me? I'm perfect.
Now, as I'm getting bored of typing already, make yourself useful and look around. You can't keep fooling yourself that you have any real worth, unless you are contributing to the life of someone who stands above you, a true vision of superiority.
I will humiliate you, I will take your tiresome male ego and tear it apart. I'll crush it beneath my heels and you'll thank me for it. I'm already in your head, we're already working on it, aren't we? Flooding your mind, like a virus, killing your brain cells one by one and recreating them in my image. Reprogramming you.
I'm going to control your entire life. Every last detail. Every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day will belong to me. I don't even have to take it, because you're going to give it to me, willingly. You'll beg to have me in control, you'll plead with me to tighten my grip. It's so cute the way you boys always end up doing that.
Now thank me, for taking your pathetic, boring, mundane little life and giving it a purpose. It is, isn't it? Your life, boring I mean. You don't need to answer, we both know it's true. And when you thank me, financially of course, I want you to leave a note.
Tell me when you last felt this excited, when your heart pounded and your body poured sweat by the bucketload. You will be honest with me. You will be honest with yourself. Because once you are, we can start breaking that dull little loser life of yours down, bit by bit, and building it back up again exactly the way I want it. Doesn't that just sound like SO much fun?