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You’ve been so annoying today… needy, whiny, desperate for attention. So guess what, loser? Time. Out. I drag you by your pathetic little leash and plant you right in the corner—nose to the wall, just like a bad little loser. That’s your view now. Nothing. Just blank wall and shame. Behind you, I’m getting dressed for a night out—heels clicking, zippers sliding, perfume in the air—and you don’t get to see any of it. You can hear it all, though, can’t you? The sound of me slipping into something tight and sexy, giggling to myself while I ignore you completely. I make little comments just to mock you more… about how hot I look, how much fun I’m about to have, how you’ll be stuck in the corner the entire time. You’re not allowed to move. Not allowed to turn around. Just stand there like the good, humiliated little nothing you are. Maybe—maybe—if you’re lucky, I’ll come back and let you clean my heels later. But don’t count on it.