Today I'm not feeling nice at all. Today I'm going to be your torment. I'm going to put you in your place, I'm going to show you what no one has ever dared to show before. I'm as intense as the warm blood of my menstruation—alive, pulsating, inevitable. You only deserve crumbs… spit, slaps, orders whispered in the dark. You hide, I shine in the shadows. I come from the bowels of hell, straight to pull your soul, to lead you along the thin line between pleasure and madness. And you can't tell the difference. It's all intertwined, ingrained, uncontrollable. But I'm the one holding the reins. Only I can guide you. Only I can put you in your proper place. You are a dirty, filthy subject… and I use you as I see fit. Your tongue is my rag. Your mind is my dwelling. I own your thoughts, I own your most hidden desires. And be grateful. Be grateful for the honor of being at my feet. So obey. Open your wallet. Today is the day I'm going to fleece you penny by penny, groan by groan, sigh by sigh. You were born for this—and deep down, you know you were. Don't fight your nature. It always brings you back to me.