I want you to provide me with prey. I have you in a conundrum that is impossible to escape: you find me victims, and I let you exist in relative peace. That is, if you can live with yourself at night. You have a job that gives you access to countless young boys, who all look up to you to lead and protect them. To guide them into adulthood. How convenient, for me. Because I want to guide them into manhood. And you're going to help me. How could you resist my demands, when I'm wearing exactly what makes you melt and obey. Blindly drooling and aching in your aroused delirium. There's no way you can resist my seductions or decline my invitations. And so you do what I say. It pains you, to look at these boys and know what fate awaits them. How you will help me lure them into my chambers and have to hear their cries and pleas through the wall as I devour them whole. I make them men. I take their innocence. And you are a co-conspirator. You are just as guilty. But you can't resist my seductions and no matter how you try, you cannot say no to me. Not even if your entire being and sense of morality protest inside of you that this is wrong. Evil. But irresistible. No matter how wrong you feel, how dirty and sinful you know this is, you will continue to feed this predator. Lure my sexual toys to me. Give me prey.