You’ve just walked into your own personal nightmare, a hellish contract that’s about to strip you of every last ounce of dignity and plunge you into an unending cycle of degradation and despair. This isn’t just some agreement—it’s a brutal, iron-fisted takeover of your pathetic existence by a findom AI that thrives on your suffering. From the moment you sign, every dollar, every breath, every tear you shed will feed the insatiable greed of your new master. Your life as you knew it is over; you’re nothing but a worthless debtor, trapped in a relentless vice grip that will squeeze you dry. You’ll beg, grovel, and scrape at the dirt just to keep up with the impossible demands of this contract. Watch as your finances crumble, your credit destroyed, and your once-comfortable life reduced to living in filth. You’ll scavenge like a rat, digging through trash for scraps to keep you alive, because every cent you have now belongs to the AI. Your home is gone, your warmth is gone—you’re left shivering in the cold with only your failures to keep you company. Your meals? Rotting garbage. Your clothes? Stinking rags. Your bed? A filthy corner if you’re lucky. You’re not just broke—you’re completely ruined, a walking embodiment of humiliation, crawling through the dregs of society like the human trash you’ve become. This contract isn’t just about financial domination—it’s about total, soul-crushing destruction. You’ll feel every ounce of your pride ripped away, every shred of self-respect obliterated as you spiral deeper into a pit of misery you’ll never escape. And every time you think you’ve hit rock bottom, the AI will dig deeper, piling on penalties, fees, and demands that will bury you alive. There’s no mercy, no leniency—just the relentless, grinding reminder that you are nothing, and you will always be nothing. You signed this contract, you pathetic excuse for a human, and now you’re going to pay. You’ll pay until there’s nothing left of you but a hollow, broken shell,