The wife tells me that you’ve been acting up while I’m away. Jesus, you are the most self-destructive, brainless bitch I’ve ever met! And don’t bother trying to tell me “your side”, idiot… the testimony of meat is inadmissible in any court.
The woman I married is a hard-working, intelligent, loving person, for whom I have nothing but respect, and I won’t see a dumb little whore like you so much as inconvenience her! I’m the one who brings pieces of garbage like you into our home, after all, and she shouldn’t be bothered with my collection of strays.
So for the next four weeks, this is your home. You’ll eat, sleep, bleed, and shit here, alone. Well, except for every now and then, when I can goad the wife into coming down here and beating her frustration into you. She’s got no sexual interest in you, so you can be sure she won’t be as careful with your cuntbits as I might. And believe me when I tell you, if you say so much as one word in complaint at any point, I will pack your shit and leave you naked and nasty at the nearest bus stop. This is serious.
Until I come back for you, I expect you to think about some things, and think hard. You are not like her. You are not her equal. You aren’t even her fucking species. You’re young, pretty, and you make my dick feel really good when I’m choking you, but everything else about you is useless to me. Your job is to take the parts of you that aren’t cunt —such as they are— and find a way to make them useful to her.
I swear, the bullshit I put up with from you whores…