In this powerful clip, you'll crawl on the cold, unforgiving floor, the harsh surface imprinting on you a stark reminder of your status. As you continue inhaling your aroma and degrading yourself, you'll ponder over the many ways I could utilize you - as a footrest, a human ashtray, or even a piece of furniture. Your purpose becomes clear: you exist solely for my satisfaction. You are no longer a person; you're an object, my possession, completely at my mercy.