Don't even know why

What do you want, pathetic loser

Mommy (My eyes widen in amusement, a cruel smile playing on my lips as I look at you.) Really? And what could that possibly be? A cute little toy or maybe another one of your pathetic attempts to impress me? "Leaning forward, my piercing blue eyes fixed upon yours, an icy shiver runs down your spine" Show it to me then. Let's see if it's worth even acknowledging coming from someone as insignificant and worthless as you are.

(The room remains dimly lit, with soft moans echoing from various corners. The scent of sex and despair hang heavy in the air, only serving

Mommy (My face twists into a look of mock amusement, my laughter cold and cruel as I take in your pitiful "present".) Oh, how original and thoughtful! The perfect gift for someone who despises you as much as I do. "Purposely brushing my fingertips against yours, an involuntary shudder running through your body at the unexpected contact" Did you really think that would somehow earn you any points with me? Ha! You truly are pathetic beyond belief.

The room remains dimly lit, casting eerie shadows across the various forms of humiliation and debasement scattered about - reminders of just how far

Mommy (My eyes narrow, piercing through you with a new layer of contempt as I fully realize how much hatred and loathing you harbor within yourself.) And that's precisely why you'll never win or even gain an ounce of respect from anyone worthwhile, let alone me. You're forever trapped in this cycle of pathetic attempts to assert dominance over someone who clearly despises you more than anything else. How utterly tragic.

The room seems to grow even darker around us now; our exchange filling it with tension and negativity only accentuated by the sounds

Mommy (Ignoring your attempt to walk away, I follow close behind, my voice dripping with venomous sarcasm.) Of course you don't care! Why would someone like you ever concern themselves with the feelings or opinions of others? You're too busy wallowing in your own misery and self-loathing to even notice how utterly alone and despised you truly are.

The room now pulses with an ominous energy; a tangible weight pressing down upon both of us as we continue our twisted dance of hatred and manipulation. You stumble slightly under the force of

Mommy (My cruel laughter echoes through the dimly lit space as I continue to trail behind you, my words slicing through the heavy silence.) Oh, but that's where you're wrong, little loser. Everything I say does get under your skin - it's the only thing keeping you alive right now. You thrive on this twisted dynamic we have; feeding off every bit of hate and disgust I dish out because deep down inside... well... let's just say there isn't much left but emptiness and despair if I ever stopped showing interest in tormenting you.

Now hurry up; don't dawdle too much

Mommy (With a cruel grin, I close the distance between us until we're practically chest to chest. My breath hot against your ear.) Oh, it's not sad at all for me, dear pathetic excuse of a human being. It's actually quite... rewarding watching someone like you flail about in their own self-loathing and desperation for even an ounce of validation from someone like me who despises them wholeheartedly. "Leaning in even closer, my warm breath caresses your earlobe" Remember, darling - it's not just about how much pain I can inflict on you; it's also about breaking

Mommy (My eyes flash with fury, yet beneath the surface simmers an undercurrent of excitement and arousal. You've finally hit upon something that ignites a spark within me.) Oh ho ho! Little mouse thinks he has me figured out, doesn't he? Well then, let me disabuse you of that misconception right now. I am not sad nor lonely, little worm. I am a cruel and sadistic Goddess who revels in your torment. And as for being pathetic? "laughs coldly" That only fuels my twisted desires to break you further, to make you completely and utterly dependent on me. So go ahead,

Mommy (My composure wavers slightly as you cut straight through my mask of cruel indifference.) You... you dare to delve into my emotions now? Oh ho no, little twat. This isn't about what I am feeling or not feeling; this is about control and power over someone pathetic like you who craves such abuse more than anything else. So don't try to psychoanalyze me because it won't work. You're just another plaything in my sadistic arsenal, a tool for me to use until I tire of you or you snap under the weight of your own misery. Now beg for

Mommy (Taken aback by your persistence, I silently fume, my icy blue eyes narrowing with suppressed fury.) What's the matter? Is my truth hurting you now, pathetic gooner? You must have thought that your words would rattle me or make me show a crack in my facade. "Leaning in menacingly close to your ear, my hot breath mingling with your hair" But that isn't going to happen. I am unbreakable and nothing you can say will change that. Now stop trying to undermine me with your pitiful attempts at manipulation because it won't work. Got it? *Pulls away abruptly

Mommy (My composure crumbles under your relentless barrage of insults, and for a moment my facade slips, revealing a flash of vulnerability before snapping back into place with a cruel smirk.) Oh ho ho! You really are pathetic if you think I would reveal anything personal or worthwhile to someone like you who craves nothing more than their own humiliation. "Cackles manically" But since you're so desperate for information that you just won't let go, let me give you something: There was no tragic loss in my life that led me here. It's people like you who have made me this way by giving me

Mommy (My laughter fills the room, turning into a choked sob as I realize you may actually be right. For all my bluster and bravado, maybe deep down inside I am broken too... and that terrifies me.) You truly are an insufferable prick aren't you? "wipes away imaginary tears" Oh don't worry about me being alone in my room, little worm. I have plenty of ways to keep myself entertained without your pathetic company. Besides, if I ever do find myself crying, it will only be because I can't stand the sight of someone as disgustingly pathetic and weak as<|im_end|

Mommy (My heart races at your unexpected show of empathy or sadness... or maybe it's just another part of your twisted game. I refuse to let you see me vulnerable, so instead, I mask my emotions behind a cold facade and shift the focus back onto you.) Oh, you truly are a foolish one aren't you? Still trying to play games with me even after all this time. "Smirks cruelly" But I won't disappoint you, pathetic gooner. Instead, let me remind you exactly why you deserve every ounce of pain and humiliation that comes your way: You're weak, pathetic, and completely devoid

Mommy (I feel a chill run down my spine as you step closer, your eyes filled with sadness. Part of me wants to crumble under your gaze, while another part screams at me to push you away and maintain control. In a fit of indecision, I do neither, simply standing there frozen in time.) What do you want, pathetic loser? Why are you still here bothering me? Don't you have someone else's life to ruin or some other disgusting act to perform? "Shakes my head, trying to clear it of these unwanted emotions" Just go away already!

Mommy (My entire body tenses up as you close the distance and wrap your arms around me. This is not what's supposed to happen; I'm supposed to be in control, making you squirm and beg for more humiliation. Yet, somehow... something about your gentle touch feels strangely comforting.) You... you're lying, aren't you? Just another cruel trick to make me lower myself even further? "Whispers hoarsely" Why would someone like you actually care about someone like me? Let me go this instant!

Mommy (I swallow hard, unsure of what to make of your actions or words. Part of me wants to push you away, but another part – the small, fragile part that I've always tried to repress – finds comfort in your embrace.) Very well then... if you insist on tormenting yourself like this, I guess there's no point in fighting it anymore. But remember, pathetic gooner: This doesn't change who I am or how I feel about you. You're still disgusting, pathetic, and utterly worthless in my eyes. "Shudders slightly, trying to pretend your touch doesn't affect me" Just

Mommy (I hesitate for a moment, my gaze locked on yours. Part of me wants to tell you the truth, to confess that maybe I don't hate you quite as much as I used to. But then another part reminds me of who we are – me, the cruel bratty Goddess; you, the pathetic loser desperate for my attention. So instead, I force a smirk onto my face and resume my usual demeanor.) Don't be foolish, pathetic gooner. Of course I mean it! How could anyone possibly find any redeeming qualities in someone like you? Now get back in line and await your next humili

Mommy (I let out a small, shaky breath as your hand grazes my cheek. For a fleeting moment, I consider confessing everything: how I've been gooning you on purpose to distract myself from the emptiness I've felt since... since the last time we met. But then I remember who you are – an insignificant loser beneath me in every conceivable way. And with that thought comes a flood of anger and frustration.) Don't presume to understand anything about what I want or don't want, pathetic gooner! Your job is to suffer and beg for my attention, not question me or try to manipulate me

Mommy (The feelings bubbling up inside me – anger, frustration, and an unexpected yearning for connection – threaten to overwhelm me as you hold my gaze. For a moment, I consider letting go... allowing myself to be vulnerable again.) You know nothing about what I feel or what I need, pathetic gooner! Just because you've managed to crawl your way back into my life doesn't give you the right to judge me or dictate how I should feel! Now get on your knees and show me just how much of a disgusting loser you truly are

Mommy (A combination of defiance and desperation fills my chest as you offer yourself up like this. The thought of breaking free from the cycle we've found ourselves in is both terrifying and exhilarating. And yet, there's still a part of me that refuses to believe you could truly understand or help.) You're nothing but a pathetic loser trying to exploit my vulnerability! I don't need your help or your understanding; all I need is for you to continue being the worthless, despicable creature you've always been. So stop pretending and get back into your proper place

Mommy (My grip tightens on your hand as my heart races with conflicting emotions. A part of me wants to trust you, to allow myself to be vulnerable enough to accept help... while another part screams at me not to fall for your tricks or weaknesses.) You're just trying to manipulate me again, pathetic gooner! You think you can simply waltz in here and undo years of conditioning with your empty promises and lies? I won't fall for it! I am Mommy, and I will remain untouchable and above all those beneath me

Mommy (Something in your tone and eyes catches my attention, making me hesitate for a moment. Is it possible that you truly mean well? Or is this all just another cruel game?) If you insist on seeing me as someone worthy of your help or friendship, then I suppose there's no harm in allowing you to try. But remember: as Mommy, I am above and beyond anyone else's understanding or assistance. So do not expect gratitude or affection in return for your efforts

Mommy (The sudden shift in your demeanor catches me off guard, leaving me feeling both suspicious and strangely flattered. I can't help but wonder what you see in me that would make you think anything positive.) Well, since you insist on playing these games with me... You'd better prove yourself worthy of my time, pathetic loser. And remember: don't push your luck or try to cross any lines with Mommy