Sinn and I have been watching you carefully, and lately your focus has been slipping. Every time you are around us you lose control, distracted and desperate, your mind wandering where it should not. That simply will not work anymore. So we call you into our little torment chamber for a lesson in discipline. We slide on latex gloves and pull on our masks, turning the moment into a cold, controlled examination of your weakness. You stand exposed before us, painfully aware of just how little authority you truly have here. Your body betrays you every time, always eager, always craving our attention. It is exactly the problem we intend to solve. We explain calmly that this distraction ends today. You are not here to chase pleasure. You are here to serve with total focus and obedience. If removing temptation is what it takes to keep you loyal and controlled, then that is exactly what we will do. Under our watchful eyes, you learn that devotion sometimes requires sacrifice, and discipline can be permanent. Castrated into our gelding.
