Privilege of serving Me

Description: I make it painfully clear that serving me is not just a privilege for you, it is the only thing that gives your useless little life any meaning at all. i talk to you like the insignificant loser you are, reminding you that being allowed to kneel for me, pay for me, and exist under my perfection is something you should be grateful for every single day. i tell you how nothing about you matters. not your feelings, not your stress, not your money. the only thing that matters is what i want and how fast you obey. i rub in the truth that serving me is the highest point of your sad existence. i could ignore you forever and you would still wait at my feet like a pathetic stray. i could take everything from you and you would thank me. i could demand more than you can afford and you would scramble to keep up because the alternative is losing the only thing that makes you feel alive. i remind you that i do not about you, i do not consider you. i do not care about you. you serve me. you pay for me. you exist beneath me. and you should be honoured to even be allowed to try. serving me is not a right. it is a privilege. one i can take away whenever i want. and knowing that keeps you exactly where you belong. kneeling, grateful, and desperate for more.