You are not part of the household. you are not family. you are not even human here. you are just our domestic slave. scrubbing floors while we relax. cooking meals you will never taste. paying for things you will never enjoy. we use you like a tool. order you around like a dog. laugh at your exhaustion and ignore your pathetic little aches. your place is on your knees, head down, lips on the floor, serving master and goddess without question. and no matter how hard you work, no matter how desperate you get, you will never be more than that. just a servant. just a wallet. just a nothing. and we fucking love it.