Lately I’ve taken to forcing you boys to suffer. Maybe the sadist in me didn’t want to play the patient cat and mouse game, maybe I wasn’t in the mood for the invasive and seductive mindfuck you’ve grown to crave, maybe I wanted to try something harder, faster and dirtier. I like change once in a while, and you boys inspire me with your sob stories to push you deeper into debt. With the constant pleas for mercy, the claims of having no funds left, needing to pay bills, support family and provide for Christmas all sent me into a search for that instant gratification.
I wanted to get a buzz off of your pain, and I didn’t want to wait. It’s the high I am after, and still am. I know you aren’t wondering where that high comes from, you must know by now. When I make you suffer, when the world around you is hell and you can’t even escape into your head because I am there waiting to torture you some more, that is when I am at my peak.
What does this mean for you exactly?
Either you approach me with the ACTION of being a money slave, or you suffer as a blackmailed bitch that loses out on his privacy & security through means of force in order to A. get me high (off) and B. give me the cash I deserve.