Just checking in on you, since it’s been a while since you handed over the key to your freedom and manhood. I thought I would remind you of much better it is now that you are locked up; you’ll be able to serve me so much better, with less selfish distractions. That doesn’t mean that I won’t relish in teasing you with the key, like I am right now. Don’t you want it? Doesn’t the sight just make you weak?