It's so cute how you think I give a fuck about your feelings. You're not a person; you're a wallet, and wallets have no use for feelings. You exist to spread your folds wide for My hand to reach in and fuck, ripping out dollar after dollar as you whimper and plead for mercy. I want each send to hurt. In fact, each send should evoke My whip licking across your flesh, mental and physical pain dancing in a symphony of agony. Tell Me how much it hurts. Feed My sadistic greed. Fulfill your one and only purpose. Gender neutral. Follow Me on Twitter @AllForArelia.