Devotion Begins With Discipline Pt. 01

Look at you so pathetic, dripping wet, not from the rain no no no no, no. From waiting. Sitting there in your tiny little place, hoping I might glance your way It's raining and I'm warm wrapped in silk, sipping tea. 
And you, you've been kneeling for what? 20 minutes, watching the rain droplets race down the window, like they matter more than you? And maybe they do. 
You beg for attention, like it's something you deserve. You don't. You beg because you've forgotten your place, but let me remind you you exist to be ignored until I am bored. 
You exist to ache. You exist for my amusement. You're watching you squirm is in silence while the range rounds out your dignity. 
Dious. The thunder outside makes it more of a statement than you ever do. At least it demands to be heard. 
You, you whisper, you whimper. you wait. You'll stay like that until I say otherwise. What, worthless, worshipping a woman who won't even say your name? 
and still, you call it devotion. I call it entertainment. Rainy days are perfect. 
Perfect for keeping trash like you, right where you belong. Quiet, shivering, and, well, humiliated

Devotion Begins With Discipline Pt. 01 by WhisperInPinkk

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