Miss Tiffany

Do you really think I give a f*ck that I'm ruining your life? You beg for my attention, you beg to serve my hot body, you buy me things and worship my *ss. But I don't give a f*ck about your begging, you're a worthless m*le. You're just another loser who wants to j*rk off to me. But I don't pay attention to losers without money. I mean what good are you if you're not sacrificing for me? You should be so f*cking eager to give me every dollar that I deserve. And you should never complain or mention that your life is a l*ttle bit more difficult because you spend all of your money on me. I don't give a f*ck. It's not my problem loser.

Do you think I'm looking for losers who can barely afford to pay me? No. Look at my body, it deserves to be spoiled. You need to pay it just to look at it and j*rk to it. I don't care if you go broke serving me with your wallet. I really don't. You can shop at the dollar store for all I care, everything else goes to me. Everything else goes to worshiping my f*cking *ss, and my perfect body. I don't care if you have to take out loans or borrow money, I don't want to hear that you don't have options, you have so many. You can even open a new credit card. I don't care what you have to do. The only purpose you serve is to pay. You know that you're useless to me otherwise.

I don't care how much this is hurting you financially. And I know that it turns you on that you're getting f*cked over by me to the point that it hurts. I know you j*rk off to it. I know you wish you had enough to actually spoil me in person and not be a total worthless idiot. I know you fantasize about it. But instead you just j*rk off to my brattiness while I c*mpletely ignore you. And even that f*cking turns you on. I've destroyed your brain.

You need to sacrifice more for me, to make me happy, to have me even notice you. And admit it, you have nothing going on in your life that excites you more than I do. There's nothing you think about more than me. I'm in your head and you can't get me out. And even though you know I'm going to ruin you, you still can't stop. And do you know what loser, I am going to ruin you and I don't give a f*ck. You fell into my trap and now there's no way out. And you should be thankful that I even take the time to ruin your life, you understand that don't you?

If you end up in debt then I know that you're truly sacrificing for me. And you have nothing else in your life so you need this. Imagine if I stopped talking to you. What would you be doing with yourself? You need me. Your c*ck needs to j*rk to my body while I empty your brain and your wallet. I don't care how much you're s*ffering, I don't care at all about you loser. I want to ruin you and then ignore you when you're broke. And I know that thought makes your c*ck twitch.

Financial Ruin, Bankruptcy, Debt - How Hard Are You Idiot?