Oh, look at you. Sitting there, knowing exactly what’s coming, but still so helpless to stop it. You’re mine—every part of you. And today, I’m going to remind you just how little your pathetic cock and balls mean to me. They’re not for pleasure, they’re for pain. For my entertainment. You’re going to endure every ounce of agony I give you, and you’ll thank me for it when we’re done. Now, let’s begin. I hope you’re ready to suffer, because this won’t be gentle. This is going to hurt—a lot.