Sit down, mouth open, I need an ashtray and you're just the bitch to act like one. I love to watch your eyes well up and water as I blow smoke in your face. But treating you as an object for my benefit isn't amusing enough for me. I want to you as well. I want to see how well you can keep your form as I playfully move the cigarette, ember first, in your pathetic face. Wanna get burned, bitch? Let me hear you beg for it.