Look at you, nothing but a pathetic little slut, craving my attention. You’re so desperate to be humiliated that you’ll beg for it, won’t you? You know your place—at the feet of someone who sees you for what you really are: worthless, filthy, and completely disposable.
Every time I think about you, I’m reminded of how insignificant you are. You’re just a hole to be used, a toy that exists for my pleasure. Nothing more. And that’s all you’ll ever be, no matter how much you beg for my approval. You’ll always be the pathetic pig who lives to be degraded. I’ll make sure you never forget just how low you’ve fallen.
You’re not even worthy of respect. Respect is for people with value—people who earn it. You? You’ll crawl for every scrap of my attention, licking up every insult like the hungry little whore you are. You’ll thank me for the humiliation because you know you don’t deserve anything better. And the sad thing is, you love it. You crave it. You need it.
Now, tell me how much you love being a worthless, dirty little pig. Beg for more humiliation, because that’s all you’re good for
