You’re not a man anymore—no, you’re a thing, a filthy, pathetic shell of what you once thought you were. Every shred of dignity, every illusion of pride, I’ll tear it away from you. Your only purpose now is to serve in the most degrading, dehumanizing ways imaginable. You’ll exist as my waste receptacle, my toilet, my personal slave for the filthiest parts of my life, and you’ll thank me for it. You don’t get a choice. You never did. Because your mind, your body, and every filthy thought you’ve ever had already belong to me.

You’re not a man anymore—no, you’re a thing, a filthy, pathetic shell of what you once thought you were. Every shred of dignity, every illusion of pride, I’ll tear it away from you. Your only purpose now is to serve in the most degrading, dehumanizing ways imaginable. You’ll exist as my waste receptacle, my toilet, my personal slave for the filthiest parts of my life, and you’ll thank me for it. You don’t get a choice. You never did. Because your mind, your body, and every filthy thought you’ve ever had already belong to me.