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I couldn’t wait to tell Maleka about you—my pathetic little toilet slave. And her reaction? Exactly what I expected. I sit her down and spill all the filthy, disgusting details—how you’re so obsessed with being degraded that I actually send you out into the real world to lick ****** toilets. Gas station seats. Fast food bathrooms. Random stalls in nasty ****** places. You’re that sick. That low. Maleka is horrified… and completely amused. She can’t believe someone like you even exists. The more I tell her, the more disgusted she gets—and the more she laughs. We talk all about how far you’ve gone just to feel humiliated, how you crave being used like the absolute waste you are. And then I give her the best part: she gets to choose where you go next. Her face lights up instantly. The ideas start flowing—each one more degrading than the last. You’re about to be sent to your filthiest assignment yet, crawling into some vile ****** restroom just to lick for our amusement. This is your purpose now, toilet loser. And we’re the ones who decide just how low you go.