Fuck you up in person (MOV)
You think serving me in real life would be some sweet little fantasy? fucking wrong. if you ever got the chance to kneel before me in person, i wouldn’t be soft. i wouldn’t be kind. i would wreck you. emotionally, physically, financially—you would be fucked up beyond repair, and you'd thank me for every brutal second. i'd collar you like the worthless dog you are, yank you around by a leash, kick you down harder than your pathetic little ego could ever handle. you’d be crawling, bruised, starving for attention you’ll never fucking earn.spit in your face. laugh in it. make you eat from the floor like the pathetic freak you are. and the best part? i'd ruin you so perfectly that you’d crawl home aching, empty, addicted—and still beg for the next chance to be destroyed all over again. serving me isn’t a dream.it’s pure, humiliating, agonizing ruin—and deep down, you fucking know you were born for it.
