I could say the most awful things about you but as soon as I say you’re MY loser, you melt. As though being possessed by me is enough to cancel out all your failures and inadequacies. I am the rose tinted glasses on the tragic reality of your beta existence. You have your inferiority to thank for your relationship with me. Perhaps, if you weren’t such a pathetic hand humper, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself addicted to humiliation porn, eventually leading you down the rabbit hole to me. I’m glad you’re a loser. But, here you have a gleaming opportunity to make something of yourself. Here, you have equal opportunity to a so-called alpha male to be my good boy. What an exciting prospect. Accept your place as my loser in my queendom.