You're a stupid cum machine. You heard me. Your dick makes you do stupid things. As if on cue, the thought of me makes you twitch and the struggles renews. Isn't that right? It's nice, in a way, to be predictable. But every time you come to me, it only reinforces the issue at hand.. I think we can agree that it's better off if you don't come. But. You get sucked in because that's precisely what you were trying to do. The irony is sweet. You're so used to indulging yourself without fear...you weren't expecting this to get so real. See. No one wants a stupid cum machine. So. Over time, I sculpt your frantic urges into something more productive...and frankly, more appealing. It's what you've wanted your whole life. To be extracted from your suffering and formed into a happy, useful, and denied little bitch. I'm sure it's terrifying to know that I can basically read your mind. Perhaps I wouldn't have been able to break in so easily but you basically threw me the key.