weak betas can never have Me in a conventional sense. How hot would it be instead to be underneath Me? I'd step on you, put My hand around your neck and slide My foot down your throat. How does that sound? I'd look down at you and laugh at your predicament-and I don't mean just the here and now. I mean, you don't just get to this point in life without trail of pitiful behaviour trailing behind you. How lovely to be but a flimsy sheet underneath My full weight sinking into you? My way. Be my bitch or live in regret- just ask the log-munching muddies who missed their chance. keyword Amara Noir