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I’ve got something hilarious to show you, Dizzy. My pathetic little loser simp. Just look at him, completely broken, totally obsessed, and so far gone he actually thinks being treated like garbage is love. I start bragging to her about all the ridiculous, degrading things I make him do. I dress him up in humiliating little outfits, frilly dresses, makeup, whatever makes him look as stupid as he acts. He’s licked the dirt off my boyfriend’s shoes, scrubbed our toilets with his bare hands, and I’ve even sent him over to my man’s house to clean while I watched. And the best part? He loves every second of it. I laugh and tell Dizzy how I’ve made him snooze in trash cans—literally—because he’s just trash to me. Nothing but a filthy, obsessed dweeb who’s too far gone to even care. She’s dying laughing, and I can see the fun little ideas turning in her head. We both start teasing and mocking him, asking how someone so pathetic can be this turned on by being used and humiliated. Honestly, it’s like his brain’s wired for shame. Sexually broken. Then Dizzy. What if we had our boyfriends beat him up? Throw him in the dumpster where he belongs? I grin, nodding. Absolutely. We both look at you with disgusted delight as I call them in, ready to finish the job.