You Don’t Get Options. You Get Rules.
Don’t ask me what you get.
This isn’t a store.
This isn’t a negotiation.
You tribute. I decide.
Or I don’t.
No voice.
No pictures.
No
Cold stare, warm skin, expensive taste. I don’t chase. I own. You’ll beg to please and still be ignored. Prove you’re worthy — or stay beneath my heels.
