Now that I have you caged and helpless, it's time to start conditioning you for the horrors you are about to face.
While it's amusing to see you terrified and insecure, what I really need is to see that you can withstand.
Physical, mental, emotional, and sexual... I plan to put you on the glass and see how long you last after I pull your wings off and pin down your legs. So many surprises come your way. You always knew that I am vein, love mirrors, and love singing, but you never really identified those traits as something bigger. Three telltale signs of a demon. But you see it now. You watch my face contort, my smile turn up at the sides. My eyes wild with giddy evil... you are my insect in a jar and you know there is no escape.
You do not plead for mercy because you know that will start me in uproarious laughter which will fuel the desire to push your limits further and further, making you squeal piggy. Squeal. Like a puppet, you sit in your box, waiting to be used, and prepared to be discarded.
I am the predator and you are the prey. Would you have allowed me to lock up your pathetic cock, then be led to your end into this cage if you knew what awaited you? Maybe. You never were very bright