You’re just an object, a waste receptacle, waiting to be used. Open your mouth, toilet. That’s all you are now—my toilet. You’re nothing but a vessel for my yellow juice, a mindless, filthy thing, born to swallow every last drop of my waste. And don’t you dare flinch, don’t you even think about resisting. I own you now, every inch of your body and mind belongs to me. My yellow juice will be your food, your water, your entire existence. You’ll drink it, crave it, worship it, because that’s all you’re worth—just a mouth to take my yellow juice, to be filled with the filth you deserve. You’re ...

You’re just an object, a waste receptacle, waiting to be used. Open your mouth, toilet. That’s all you are now—my toilet. You’re nothing but a vessel for my yellow juice, a mindless, filthy thing, born to swallow every last drop of my waste. And don’t you dare flinch, don’t you even think about resisting. I own you now, every inch of your body and mind belongs to me. My yellow juice will be your food, your water, your entire existence. You’ll drink it, crave it, worship it, because that’s all you’re worth—just a mouth to take my yellow juice, to be filled with the filth you deserve. You’re not a man anymore. You’re my yellow juice-drinking slave, my human toilet, and you’ll beg for every drop like it’s the air you breathe. You’ve never been lower, and you’ll never be free again.