Imagine it, you are now My pig save and I will keep you tied at the end of an old piece of rope, you will be kept as My pig in the dirty mud pit. No, you will no longer be permitted to talk; pigs don’t talk, remember that! you will grunt like a filthy fucking pig, you are nothing to Me but a dirty swine to be used, trained and humiliated as I please. This mud pit is your new home, show Me how you revel in being a lowly degraded creature covered in mucky filthy, to be kept always as My Owned pig on a leash.