Nothing but an object in My possession - just a receptacle for garbage and ash. This is all you are. I keep you around purely for My amusement and pleasure, and I intend to train your stupid skills so that they serve Me as best as they can. Each time you flinch, I'll burn your chest hairs. Each time you pull away from the burn, I'll pull your chin hairs and drag you back. Eat My ash, every single one, and take My hot cherry on your flabby flesh. I like to smell the burn as I singe off your hairs, and I like to watch you wince in pain as I put My cigar out on your tongue. I'll teac... Show more