“Good boy.” Those are the words you crave most from my taunting lips. You would do absolutely anything to demonstrate how devoted and obedient you are to me. All you want is to be acknowledged for your loyalty, and to be your good boy. There’s only one thing that makes me happy and that’s your money. You will work your terrible, mundane job for the rest of your life, just so you can pay for my attention. Your desperation for my approval gives your life meaning, and nothing truly makes YOU happier than suffering for me. Maybe one day when you’re old, after working a job you hate for so many years, spoiling me with every last penny you earned, and being my pathetic stroke slave, I may finally say those endearing words “that’s my good boy…”