You poor, pathetic creature. You must be so lonely down here in the dark, cold dungeon. It's been so long since you've seen daylight or recieved any human affection. Wouldn't it be nice to come upstairs with me? I'll give you a nice warm bath and feed you by hand. You can rest at my feet on a nice, fluffy rug. All you have to do is accept the fact that you're not a man anymore. You'e just a pet; subhuman and subject to my whims. You can live such a nice life as my little puppy or you can stay down here like a rutting man beast. Which is it going to be?