You made it here, did you? I don't really know what to say. You don't really make me feel anything, you know? Not even disgust. You're just not worth it...

Those things I made you do, I don't really care if you go through with it or not. You're not part of my life, now. But, if you truly are still addicted to the thought of me, I wonder if you won't be drawn to repeat it, night after night, just making it your new standard way of jerking off. That would be something, wouldn't it?

But not enough. You will never get me back, and that's all there is to it. Have a nice life, you stupid fool. Now, get out of here -- my man'll be back soon, and I don't want you here to spoil the mood when he takes me again...

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