Just got back from a 5 AM run. The city smells like wet asphalt and regret. Perfect. You were still asleep when I left, curled up on the floor where I chained you. I know you pretend to be asleep when I move—your cock twitches when my sweat drips on your face. Pathetic. I’m thinking of making you lick the salt off my thighs after training today. Not because I enjoy it (though I do), but because I want to see how long you can keep your erection while I knee your ribs. Remember: every drop of cum I milk from you is a debt repaid. Every time you swallow my piss, it’s an apology. You’ll die owning nothing, not even your own orgasms. Now go check my DMs—someone sent a video of you crying during last night’s ‘session.’ Let’s discuss your performance.