Look at you now, obedient, weak, craving to be broken. Would your parents be proud of what you’ve become? A passive toy. A servant. A body to use, to command, to humiliate. This is your truth, your purpose. Not love. Not respect. Just submission. Watch as I strip away your dignity and replace it with devotion. You were born to serve a real man. To be nothing. And I’m here to remind you exactly what you are.