I watched from afar as she collected her simps with rapacious delight, a predatory delirium seething from her meat mausoleum.

I couldn't help but to chuckle, as they willingly handed over their Self-sovereignty in servile and meek fashion in pathetic hopes to gain her fickle attention, only to have her spit in their faces and castrate their impotent manhood once the brutal clarity of reality set in.

Cockroaches–every single one of them. Their lot in life would consist of a lifetime of groveling–face down, ass up, as the void of their Self-respect and worth are double-penetrated from behind.