On your knees. that is where you belong — at our feet, watching, aching, knowing you will never be anything but a fucking cuck. you are not part of this. you are not wanted. you are just allowed to kneel, drool, and pay while i take everything you wish you could be. my heels on your back. my smirk above you. my life miles above your pathetic little existence. you ache just to be near us, to kiss the floor, to be ignored and drained and ruined. and we love it. we love watching you crumble, knowing you will crawl back every time for more humiliation at our feet.