You love me for many reasons, but above all else for this: I don’t care what it takes to get what I want. It’s the way I’m so ruthless, reckless, and merciless in my ambition for more power that gets you off like no other. Your suffering, your sacrifice, your ruin, your rapidly diminishing status and significance—none of it matters to me as I step on your face on my way to the top. And while your persistent pain keeps you in my favor for the short-term, you know that nothing guarantees your place beneath me other than remaining constantly useful. So give me what I want, wreck yourself into oblivion, or step aside. The power is all the same to me, and I don’t give a fuck how I take it.