I don’t fuck around — I own. I slap, spit, gag, choke, fist, and make you drink every last drop of what I give you. I burn with wax and cigarettes, degrade you until you’re crying and begging — and then I go harder. You’re not here to be treated gently. You’re here to be broken, used, pissed on, and remade into my perfect little toy. If that scares you — good. Crawl in, shut up, and obey.