I started you with cheap $50 shoes, remember? You begged, you kissed my feet, and now look at you, desperate for designer heels and hundreds, maybe thousands. I giggle as I push you further, taunting the pathetic lengths you'll go to for my approval, watching my greed grow like a game you can’t stop playing.
You think you’re giving me everything, but it’s never enough. Keep feeding the cycle, keep becoming more of what I need. The more you give, the hungrier I get, and the more delicious your humiliation becomes.