One embarrassing taste and you can't seem to get enough. Every humiliating task I dish out leaves you craving more and more. You're an addict, a junkie, one that will never stop until they get their fix. The pure adrenaline that courses through your veins as I torment you only lasts for so long, until you're crawling back, begging for another task, another insult. You take whatever you can get, knowing that you'll always yearn for this feeling.