Eres mi juguete

You are My toy. You aren't worth much else, other than Me just teasing you; promising that I'd let you touch Me; promising that I'd let you see this body; teasing you back and forth. Maybe if you compensate My bills, My car composition, My rent - maybe then. But even then I won't give you what you want. You're so good at giving, and begging and being used. I will use you and drain all of the resources you have to offer. As long as you keep sending and being useful, otherwise you're not worth My time. You have found your purpose as My little toy.