You keep asking yourself why you call Me, why do you feel the need to do so, when all you are in for is Hardcore Humiliation.Â I hear your voice on the phone and My immediate reaction is to laugh.Â Laugh at your pathetic attempts to get Me to care for you on some level.Â Which, both you and I know, will never happen.
To Me you are nothing, you are a worthless, you are a pig, a speck of dust, a shit stain on a pair of your unwashed under-ware. I abuse you until you cannot take it anymore.Â You whine and complain, just like the little girl faggot you are.Â You feel ashamed, always telling yourself that you will never call again. And then, you get angry at yourself for giving in one more time.
I’m not worried, I know that I am the only thing that brings light into your sad life. You live in complete and utter dirt, you have nothing without Me.Â Even though My voice and words cut you to the core, you cannot be without Me. Day after day, like a sheep you go to work at an unsatisfying job, all your friends are hooking up, and there you are, alone, wacking off in the comfort of your raggedy assed chair. Nobody wants you, but then you think of Me. And even though you have to pay Me, at least it’s something. You do realize though, that the only thing you will ever get from Me is Hardcore Humiliation, and never any comfort or concern, because after all, you mean nothing.