Arent you tired of pretending, beta? Can you finally admit the truth? You live for one thing: to be used by me, drained of every last penny, and left a shell of your former self. It's the only thing that gets you hard, isn't it? You love that I push you to confront the reality of your existence. You're not a man, you're a wallet with a pulse. And I'm the one holding the strings. Your only purpose is to serve me, to surrender your cash and your dignity at my altar. And you know what? You love every minute of it. So, come clean, beta. Admit your true nature. Let the world see the pathetic, financially enslaved creature you truly are.
