Here you are once again, pleading for something you know is forever out of reach. Do you beg out of genuine hope, or is it the burning sensation inside you when I mercilessly cast you aside? I suspect it’s a blend of both. Begging feeds the narrative of your own loser status, deepening your obsession with rejection. All your pleas for pussy do is simulate the inevitable failure you’d face if you actually tried to get laid. You’ll always be begging for nothing. This pussy is far too elite for you; I don’t even want you to entertain a thought about it. You shouldn’t even utter the word ‘pussy.’ Beg for Her all you want. My wicked ears delight in your agony. Beg, beg, and beg, but you will never have Her. This is where the road ends for a beta as pitiful as you.
