I collect them. The wayward, the pathetic, the needy. I put them away in my institution, my little asylum for all my playthings. I experiment with them and see what makes them tick. I take away all reason and purpose for living, beside being there to serve me. I met this one. He was trolling me and I invited them to come in for a "reconditioning" session. It wasn't before long that I realized that this one required total immobilization and restraint to finally break him. He became so docile I could do anything to him. But one night, after I had scrambled his poor brain and ego for hours he ... Show more