ฝึกสาวร่านเท้า - ทําลายอีโก้น่าสมเพชของคุณ

Look at you, trembling at the merest, worthless creature whose entire you'd beg for more.

Doubt on that worthless excuse of a desperate for just a moment of my ins.

Collect every piece of grime of watching you suffer because of it. You're exactly where you belong.

No one respects you. Cetacean, without question, a toy to me.

Creation, I throw your way. Elm, beneath me, begging for.