Unsavory mongoloid creature, you are just so addicted to me and - of course - providing for my every luxury. Not that I blame you I mean really, my incredible power, my wonderful body, my incredibly wonderful fashion choices - it's too much for you to handle. After all, weak little baby betas like you can't be expected to control your own dicks. Much less your own wallets. So obviously your job is to stay addicted to the rush. You crank that fucking cock and you don't stop. You crank it up... and down... and up.... and down.... stay addicted to the rush. You're in love with the rush. You need the rush. Stay addicted to the rush. Pump. Up. And down. Up. And down. Your mind doesn't belong to you anymore. You are nothing but a desperate slave for Thrasherbrat.