Every check you get, every dollar you earn belongs to me. You worship the ground I walk on, you are beneath me. The only thing you're good for is sending me all your money and catering to me every day.
Your fuckless past has made it so easy to groom you into my perfect victim, it's done all the heavy lifting for me. Now all I have to do is forcefeed you a toxic mix of fear-soaked arousal and pressure-laced ridicule and you become a leaky little wallet
