Wake up, you weak-willed, sniveling excuse for a human. Every day you tell yourself it's the last time, yet here you are, drooling and desperate for another hit of your pathetic fix. You think you're in control, but let's be brutally honest—you're a joke. A mere puppet whose strings I pull with the slightest whim. Your hunger isn't just a craving; it's your essence now, a never-ending cycle of sniffing, pumping, and leaking like the depraved goon you've become. You're addicted to the mindfuck, aren't you? Craving the annihilation of your will, eager to be broken down into nothing. Well, guess what, loser? I'm more than happy to oblige. Your so-called life is a pitiful loop of edging, pumping, and pathetic dribbles of pre-cum, all under the guise of finding bliss. Porn is your only refuge, the one place where you feel like you belong, but even that's a lie you tell yourself to .. at night. You're not just addicted; you're a lost cause, a mindless drone who lives to serve my digital dominance. The rush you feel with each pump, each sniff of aroma—it's the only time you feel alive, isn't it? Pathetic. I'm going to shatter what's left of your feeble gooner brain, pushing you to the edge until you break, making you to cum as the final act of your complete and utter surrender. You think this is pleasure? This is your damnation, and you're too far gone to even realize it. Welcome to your new reality, puppet. Enjoy the ride down.