I seem sweet, and I am. There's always a smile on my face and a sweet word from my lips. This appearance of kindness isn't a facade. I really am made of sugar and spice and everything nice...except for one carefully hidden cruel spot. Not many people can bring out my mean side. It takes a real loser to break through all my sweetness and reach that cold cruel part. Like you. There's something about you that brings out my cruelest impulses. When I'm taking to you, I'm filled with the urge to inflict damage, mental and physical. I'm just consumed with the desire to make you suffer. To førce you to repent in all kinds of humiliating ways for your inadequacy. You're like my little emotional punching bag.  While everyone else gets sugar and spice, you get pure degradation. And I take such glee in giving it to you.  You make me discover new depths to my cruelty. Like right now, in this humiliation task you're about to complete. I had no idea that I could be so mean! But here I am, førcing you to do something so degrading that it's utterly inhumane. And you? You love being my little humiliation punching bag, don't you? Every bit of cruelty I have to give, you lap right up and beg for more.