You're broken.

Let's admit it, you're at least a bit fucked in the head. You need therapy, but we all know you won't get it. You're beyond repair. Unwanted.

Who did it? Who raped you and rewired your brain to be so pathetic? What's your future partner going to say when they find out you're into this stuff? Would they ever make you a mother to their children? Fuck no they won't.

I could berate you over and over, blackmail you hard, and humiliate you completely. Funnily enough, you'll just get wet. Isn't that so sad? Where's your humanity?

You could have had a bountiful career with potentially world changing impact, but here you are being a loser. Reliving your trauma and begging another man to insult you is the only way you feel anything anymore. The trauma numbed you, but you felt so much then. You need to relive it. You need to feel again.

I would pity you if you weren't so fucking useless.

Reduced from a person, to jerk off material. Hope you're proud of where your life has lead you. It's never getting better. You've fostered an addiction to depravity. You've made your grave as much as it was made for you. Now lay in it. Alone.