You know how the world works. As a beta, your job is to offer yourself up to Alphas like Mistress Harlyn, let them chew you up and swallow or spit you out as they see fit. But here’s what you don’t know: it’s not a metaphor. As a worthless beta bitch of a man, you are nothing but meat, and all of your “training,” all of your scenes with Mistress, they’re nothing but preparation for the day when she, having extracted all usefulness from you, finally breaks you into pieces and eats you.