It's not your fault you're a pathetic little loser for me. I know you can't help getting weak and dribbley when you're on my feed and doing stupid humiliating things to get my attention. It's okay to be like that. Just look at me. It's no wonder you fall to your knees before me. I know you just want to worship my hot Indian body, worship my boots, buy me boots! I know you want to contribute to my greedy lifestyle and buy me whatever I want. That's okay, I understand. I know it's an urge you can't control. There are so many bitch boy losers out there exactly like you, who feel just the way you do. Ready to lock their dicks up and live a beta life for me. That's okay. Just keep sending, and sending and falling deeper into my trap.