Look at "IT", shackled and bent, locked in the pillory like the pathetic creature "IT"is. IT’s no man, no person—just a thing, stripped of dignity, naked and pierced, with a cage clamping down on IT’s worthless cock, rings dragging on IT’s sore nipples, and a nose ring for me to yank like the livestock IT’s become. IT wanted this, begged for it, and now IT’s trapped, branded as SLAVE, forever marked as mine. IT thought servitude would be easy, but when IT tried to escape, I whipped IT bl&ody, branded IT in iron chains, welded shut for life. Now, IT stands here, shaking and broken, chanting ...

Look at "IT", shackled and bent, locked in the pillory like the pathetic creature "IT"is. IT’s no man, no person—just a thing, stripped of dignity, naked and pierced, with a cage clamping down on IT’s worthless cock, rings dragging on IT’s sore nipples, and a nose ring for me to yank like the livestock IT’s become. IT wanted this, begged for it, and now IT’s trapped, branded as SLAVE, forever marked as mine. IT thought servitude would be easy, but when IT tried to escape, I whipped IT bl&ody, branded IT in iron chains, welded shut for life. Now, IT stands here, shaking and broken, chanting my mantra, swaying that pathetic ass, knowing IT exists only for my use. IT’s resigned now, but I can always make IT suffer more.