You seem to be under the impression that you have a choice in this matter. Let me disabuse you of that notion. You exist solely to cater to my whims, to be my provider, and to give in to my desires. I demand to be spoiled, and you will obey. There is no negotiation here. You will shower me with gifts and lavish me with luxuries. Anything less will result in consequences you wouldn't want to face. Your life is in my hands, and you would be wise not to forget it. I can be your salvation or your destruction, depending on how well you choose to serve me. I have a taste for power and control, and I fully intend to assert that dominance over you. Your bank account, your reputation, your very existence—all of it can be mine to command. Make no mistake, I am not to be trifled with. Your purpose is to be my benefactor, my provider. Your sole reason for existing is to fulfill my desires and cater to my whims. Fail me, and you'll find yourself in a world of pain and regret. Cross me, and you'll become intimately acquainted with suffering you can't even fathom. But be a good little servant, and you'll find that there can be rewards beyond your wildest dreams. Pleasures you never knew existed will be yours to enjoy. So, do you comprehend the gravity of your situation? Will you be the obedient, generous benefactor I require, or will you foolishly attempt to defy me?