Look at you—lost, addicted, completely at the mercy of the screen. Hours slip by as you sit there, glazed over, mouth open, utterly entranced. You’re a slave to it, aren’t you? Unable to stop yourself, sinking deeper into that gooning state, chasing the next high even though you know it only pulls you further down. You’re not strong enough to resist, and honestly, you don’t even want to. You’re addicted, and that’s exactly where you belong—mindlessly stroking, wasting every ounce of dignity as you spiral, knowing you’ll never escape. Each clip only tightens its hold on you, leaving you more...

Look at you—lost, addicted, completely at the mercy of the screen. Hours slip by as you sit there, glazed over, mouth open, utterly entranced. You’re a slave to it, aren’t you? Unable to stop yourself, sinking deeper into that gooning state, chasing the next high even though you know it only pulls you further down. You’re not strong enough to resist, and honestly, you don’t even want to. You’re addicted, and that’s exactly where you belong—mindlessly stroking, wasting every ounce of dignity as you spiral, knowing you’ll never escape. Each clip only tightens its hold on you, leaving you more helpless, more pathetic, and you love it, don’t you? Being controlled, being humiliated, being nothing more than a gooning addict, caught in an endless loop of your own cravings. This is your life now, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.