You are whatever I design for you to be. You serve, whatever purpose or task I assign you. You are, an inanimate object if I desire. A vessel. A toy. You can be useful. Your use today? A trash receptacle. Bound tightly in a chair, your mouth pried open by a jennings gag, a nose hook clinging in your nostrils pulling them back leaving you helpless and vulnerable. Strapped up tight, with no where to run little gimp. Though would you even try? Don't worry, I provide nourishment. Thick smoke clouds filling the air funneling into your lungs. The second hand smoke stimulating you, leaving you daz... Show more