My bitchy, bratty mood makes you weak

Description: I don’t even have to try—just the way i sit, the way i talk, the way i roll my eyes... it destroys you.when i’m in a bitchy, bratty mood, it’s like your whole world crumbles.you get weak. obsessed. desperate.and i fucking love it. you’ll hang on every word, every smirk, every cruel little insult—because you can’t help yourself.you were built to be ruined by my bratty, entitled mood.and when i’m like this? it’s over for you, loser. i tease. i mock. i humiliate.and the more i use you, the harder you fall.you’re not here to be respected. you’re here to be wrecked.and today, i’m feeling especially bratty, especially bitchy.good luck surviving this, loser. you’re already too weak.