You’re weak. You’re pathetic. To call you a beta would be an insult to beta men. I know you’ve tried to be better. You’ve tried to improve yourself, and you’ve tried submitting yourself to Goddesses and Mistresses in hopes that it would improve you. But always, without fail, you end up right back where you started. Weak and pathetic, a waste of space. It’s okay. I’m here now, and I’m going to make you into something new. Not better, necessarily, but at least useful. You won’t be a loser or a sissy or a wimp, not even a beta. You’ll be prey. And your last act will be devoting yourself to a Predator like me. It’s not ideal, I know. But it’s the only option left for someone like you.