You manifested me. You sat in the dark with your sad little hand working and you wished me into existence, and now here I am, everything you imagined, and that is exactly your problem. Look at you. A pathetic cunt who cannot get through a single day without crawling back to me, because you know a woman like me would never waste a real second on something as weak and useless as you. So that is what this is. Me sitting comfortable with my legs crossed, telling you the truth you keep paying to hear, taking you apart piece by piece until there is nothing left of you but the need. You do not get to touch. You do not get to cum. You sit there and you understand exactly how far beneath me you are, and you thank me for it.
