You KNOW what is expected of you, particularly on Fridays. Your chance each week to impress me. To prove you are worthy of your place at my feet. Give your life some fucking purpose and value. You exist to serve your superior alpha, to make me rich. What use do pathetic little boys like you have with cash? It’s mine, I deserve and I spend it so much fucking better. So get on your fucking knees and hit send. Then thank me for making your life mean something.