From the man I promised to love to nothing more than my personal ATM, it’s pathetic how fast you’ve been reduced to a financial tool. And don’t forget your new job: watching your own humiliation. Your hard-earned money now pays for the wild fun I have with a real man, someone who knows how to satisfy a woman in ways you never could. Imagine him pounding me into bliss, something you’ll never witness unless you pay for the privilege. And if you behave, maybe I’ll let you lick his finish off my lingerie. But darling, you’ll stay locked up, caged like the inadequate specimen you are, and the price of your release? Far beyond the scraps you call a salary. You’re a lost cause financially, sexually, completely. So listen closely—maybe you’ll hear the faint echoes of my pleasure, the kind you could never give, while you rot in the misery of your new pathetic life.