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Aww… poor thing. You really got your ass handed to you, didn’t you? I almost feel bad… almost. But let’s be honest—you brought it on yourself. Alpha told you to rub his feet, and you said no? Are you out of your pathetic little mind? Beta losers like you don’t say no to real men. You’re lucky he didn’t break you in half. I’m only checking in because I own you—and your failure reflects on me. So let’s make this right. You’re going to crawl back, bow down, and kiss Alpha’s feet like the obedient little footslave you were meant to be. You’ll apologize for disobeying him. And most importantly, you’ll thank him for the beating. Because it wasn’t just punishment… it was purpose. Alphas don’t need you—you need them. Their dominance gives your worthless existence meaning. So from now on, when a real man wants his feet rubbed, you’ll do it without hesitation… and with gratitude. You were born to serve. Stop pretending you’re anything more.