You're such a pathetic little loser, constantly coming back for more of my cruel verbal misuse. It's hilarious how addicted you are to me, and how helpless you are against my love spell. You can't escape it, no matter how hard you try. You're like an addict, constantly craving the next hit of my insults and humiliation. You can't get enough of it, even though it's destroying you from the inside out. It's like you have a sick need to punish yourself over and over again. It's almost as if you enjoy being my punching bag, relishing in the pain and humiliation that I inflict upon you. You're truly pathetic, but at the same time, I can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction from seeing you suffer so much.