You know all my tricks. You follow me around. My devoted cameraboy. And you know there's no trick to this scene. Just a boy, tricked into a cage.

You know the schedule, you know when my next session will be over, you know how serious I am when I'm in the mood to mind fuck.

I describe to you the trap you just willingly let yourself in. How little you can do. In a steel box. In the floor. to look up at me, enjoy or hate my security checks.

See you later, bitch.