You love saying that this time you’re finally going to resist me, but you always end up exactly the same: back at my feet, desperate for attention as if you needed it to survive
Your only function in this life is to be the infinite ATM that funds my whims. I ruin your week, enjoy your desperation, and coldly wait for you to get recapitalized just to destroy you again. A perfect loop of greed and humiliation where you always lose and I always win
So close you can see the texture of my gorgeous soles, yet entirely out of your league. Marvel at these beautiful feet and accept you'll NEVER touch them
Look how tiny and pathetic you are from down there... just a microscopic insect waiting to be crushed under my feet while I drain every single cent from your bank account