There it is. Just another object. Not a human. You’ll wait exactly the way I left you. You can’t move. You can’t go anywhere. You’re nothing more than a decorative item I’ve positioned in some corner of the room. And you’ll be grateful. Grateful that I’ve given meaning to your pathetic existence. When I allow you to speak, you’ll say, 'Thank you, Sir.' And you will not dare to lose that humble, obedient tone.
The identity confusion is driving you insane, isn’t it? The voices in your head won’t stop. But like this in my hands, with purpose forced into your worthless being those voices will disappear. Along with everything you once were.
Who needs a coffee table when you can have that contraption? I need to learn how to make this stuff. It's been a while since I played with a plasma cutter. Hella fun though.
Mmmmmm... 🖤😍🖤
