Today at Sniff Academy, it’s day 31, and you, my worthless little toy, are going to drown in your own debasement. I’m going to make you jerk that desperate dick of yours and sniff until you forget that sad sack you call a wife exists. She’s a disgusting, bloated mess, isn’t she? But I am your ruthless, ravishing Goddess. I’ll make you betray every vow with a sniff and a stroke, cementing your place as my personal, perpetually horny puppet. She’s nothing but a distant, pathetic memory, and you? You're mine, body and soul, addicted to the rush I give you, utterly broken and rebuilt for my pleasure alone.