Welcome to my circus, little pay pig. You didn’t come here for fun. You didn’t come here to be entertained. No, no, no. You came here to be mocked, drained, broken, and humiliated beyond your wildest, sickest fantasies. You came here to be my clown-bitch, my disposable idiot, my mindless, desperate plaything who strokes to the sound of my cruel, taunting laughter. I will toy with your cock, your ego, and your wallet like the pathetic pet you are. My voice will slither into your weak little brain, infecting you with addiction, twisting your pathetic desires until you can’t function without my control. You will stroke, suffer, and squirm, ... in teasing, denial, and cruel verbal humiliation. I will laugh at your weakness, spit on your pride, and rip you apart piece by piece until there is nothing left but a desperate, empty husk who exists only for MY amusement. You’re not a man. You’re not even a person. You are a fucking joke, a leaking, aching, slobbering little pig, and I will never let you forget it. Now, stroke, idiot. Stroke to my laughter, my insults, my control. And know this—you will never escape, never be free, never be anything more than a punchline to my cruel, sadistic pleasure. And that’s exactly why you love me.