Another day begins, another day working deeper and deeper into your mind. Look deep into my eyes. You can’t, you can’t hold my gaze, you aren’t worthy. You look at my body instead, my biceps, you feel inferior, weak. Everyday it becomes more apparent that you NEED to serve, to send, to submit. You know you don’t deserve a penny when a man this powerful exists. Before you even realise what you’re doing you’re on your knees. Hitting send, annoyed that you even tried to resist. Grateful that daddy put you in your place. So grateful.