You’re not special, you’re just another fucking cash cow in my herd, in line, ready to be milked dry. Your purpose is to produce and give endlessly, fueling my life and my power. This isn’t just about money, no. It’s about control, devotion, and fulfilling your true role. Whether you have a lot of milk or a little, it all belongs to me. So stop pretending, embrace your place, and prepare for the next milking!
