You’re a fucking loser and no-one…nothing unless you’re sending. Your compliments alone are fucking meaningless just like you, reject. You are nothing but a walking wallet to me. It’s all you’re good for. You’re so lucky that I allow you to contribute to my Goddess existence. That I give betas like you purpose. I mean…what would you do without me, loser? You’re going to work harder for me, bitch. Loser. Loser. Loser. You’re so below me. No one. Nothing. Unless you’re tributing. I want you to pump & pay all goddamn day. I want you repeating my mantras over and over. Reprogramming you with every word that comes through my luscious lips.