
I'm Annalise. I know a woman is usually is gentle with the psyche of others. She knows that a mans sexual ego is fragile, and she is careful with her words and opinions. Support is paramount.
And then... there's you. Ugh.

Yes, you. You're the little shit that breaks my resolve to help people heal, aren't you? Look at you, you pathetic, little, compulsive wanker. You're ridiculous! You're certainly beyond help. Fucking loser.
Sure, you're getting the brunt of my anger at every pig of a man who treats me badly, or who even looks at me the wrong way. So what? You were born to be a scapegoat, weren't you? Admit it! When I tell you that you are the most worthless piece of shit that I have ever scraped off of my boot... goodness, that gets you hard, doesn't it?

In fact, I'm surprised you've lasted this long with your dick in your hand.
Well, I guess this means you have to call me now. Ha!
