I make you breathe deeply, each puff of this aroma making you a little more vulnerable, a little weaker, as I love to see you. I watch you surrender, body and soul, to my total control. Slowly, methodically, I prepare what I'm going to inflict on you, reminding you at every turn how pitiful you are, with no other use than to amuse me. The more I make you breathe these vapors, the more I see you open up, both physically and mentally, hanging on my every word as if your survival depended on it. I'm here to shape you, to destroy you, to make you feel every millimeter of this plug I'm imposing on you. I humiliate you with care, playing with your pain, making you to acknowledge your weakness before me. But remember, this is just the beginning. Today, you're going to inhale and open wide until your whole body belongs to me. Because, deep down, you know: you're only here to suffer and entertain me.