You thought you were a man… until I got inside that little head of yours. Until I stripped you of your pride, your posture, and that oh-so-fragile ego. Now look at you—on all fours, desperate for my attention, panting like the pathetic little pup you truly are. No more talking. No more thinking. Just crawling, begging, obeying. Good mutt.
You thought you were a man… until I got inside that little head of yours. Until I stripped you of your pride, your posture, and that oh-so-fragile ego. Now look at you—on all fours, desperate for my attention, panting like the pathetic little pup you truly are. No more talking. No more thinking. Just crawling, begging, obeying. Good mutt.