You came crawling back, hoping I'd forgive you. How pathetic. While I smoke slowly and luxuriously, I remind you just how worthless you are. You lost me — a goddess — and now you think you still deserve a chance? I laugh in your face, blow smoke like it's a dismissal, and crush your ego with every word. You're broke, useless, and beneath me. Watch and feel the sting of humiliation while I enjoy my cigarette, fully in control. This is what true power looks like
