"I have to be clear about my place in the world, which is to serve Roman. I will never deny an order and I will always be his little whore. In my soul there is nothing but despair and the desire to be humiliated by Roman. Only at his feet I find calm and his horrible and disgusting treatment of me makes me want to serve him more. The least I deserve is the shit on Roman's sole. I will be what he wants (A sissy, a whore, a place for him to spit on, a cup holder, his drain plug, his punching bag, his rug, etc.)

Inveterate kitchen lover. Arts student. Lover of goods piggy banks.

In this world there are only two different points of view; mine and the wrong one. From this moment on I'll be your religion, I'll be your tax collector, I'll be the only damn thing in your head worth thinking about. I hope you're not a fucking fagot who expects anything from me other than my bullshit deal. Since a being as insignificant as you can never even breathe the same air as a perfect being like me, get used to feeling like a piece of shit while I'm around.