imagine i've bought you on the blak slave market, you are now my property, all cuffed and blindfolded i bring yuo to your new home, my house. you were beaten, punished and raped by the people who sold you to make meat holes that obey commands without quiestion or free will. but to mee you are already too gone, too broken. i want to bring back your fighting spirit, i want to see you try escape to freedom, i want to see you try protecting your holes from beeing used whenever i feel the need for relief. behind that trained, obidient slave facade i see the hate in your eyes you have for me, even tho you are forced to smile and say sweet things to me i can see it, i can see whenever i come back drunk and get inside you without saying a word jsut because i can, i can see you when i slap your face, i can see it when i kiss your lips while raping the shit out of you. i want to be looking at that for the rest of my life. end of story.