You’re obsessed with me. Actually, that’s putting it lightly. Your life revolves around me. Normal men have girlfriends, wives, friends with benefits that they think about… Not you though. You’re not a real man. You don’t even get to touch me. You serve at my feet and grovel for any scrap of attention you can get. No, you’re not a real man at all. You’re nothing but an obsessed little beta.