Starved at My boots

Description: I sit back and relax while you kneel like the pathetic little wallet you are. my perfect boots stretch out in front of you, the leather shining while your stomach growls in desperation. you are starving because every single pound went straight into my hands. i do not care if you are hungry. i do not care if you feel weak. i care that my account is fat and you are broke. i watch you shake and it makes me grin. every rumble in your empty stomach is proof that i win. you will skip meals, you will suffer, you will survive on crumbs, all so i can sip my coffee and shop for more boots. i flick my heel against your face just to watch you flinch. i laugh because you still thank me for draining you while you starve. this is exactly where you belong. down on the floor, eyes locked on my boots, dreaming of licking the leather while i decide whether to let you eat at all. and even if i do, it will only be when i feel like it. until then you will ache, you will drool, you will hand over every last pound just to stay at my feet. i relax. you starve. i shine. you suffer. that is the only balance that matters.