Today, I imagined you crawling to me, your knees rawd from t..
Added 2024-12-12 18:31:02 +0000 UTCToday, I imagined you crawling to me, your knees rawd from the cold, hard floor. Pathetic, trembling, and desperate for my attention. You looked up at me with those pitiful, pleading eyes, hoping I might grant you a shred of mercy. But mercy isn’t in my vocabulary, is it? I pressed my heel against your chest, and you gasped—was it pain or gratitude? Does it even matter? You exist for my amusement, my pleasure, and nothing else. Remember that, toy. Your suffering feeds me, and your obedience keeps you breathing. Now, be a good little servant and grovel for me properly.
