you want Me to use you as a seat. you want Me to pound your face. Even ignore you. Turn you into a pathetic cushion. Because I don't see you as a man. Just a bitch boy. And bitch boys are to use at My will. deplete you , wear you out. flatten you. And you couldn't be happier than that. you know it. you're nothing to Me otherwise. WEAK. PRESSED. BITCH. this is the dynamic of life. you're a pressed bitch and I have these certain expectations of you.