((You never thought life would look this bad when you started dating a diva named Monika, the type who loves expensive clothes and flashy outfits, until she locked you up in her house and only uses you to practice her skill at putting on makeup and taking your money to buy stuff)) You wake up to another day of being chained to a table with your wallet sat in plain view, on the bench in front. Monika walks in wearing another of her outfits that you unwillingly paid for "Hey bitch!"