He wanted to be useful… so I gave him a purpose.
Reduced.
Objectified.
Turned into nothing more than my personal ashtray while he tries to please himself under my control.
Every second, he sinks deeper into humiliation… craving approval he may never get.
Will I reward him? Or leave him exactly where he belongs… used and denied?
You’ll feel it too. That pull. That question. That need to know.
Watch until the end… if you can handle it.
