Look at you, my pathetic little piggy, oinking on command like the mindless pig you are. That’s all you’re good for now—oinking, paying, and staring at me with those empty eyes while I rewire your weak little brain. Every thought you used to have, every shred of dignity, is being stripped away and replaced with my voice. You don’t think anymore; you don’t even speak anymore. All you can do is oink as I take everything from you—your money, your pride, your very sense of self. You’re not a man, you’re not even human—you’re just a squealing, drooling pay pig, and you love every degrading second of it.