Fight it all you want. In fact, I want you to fight it. Your struggles make my job ten times easier, boi. It's very simple- you, as you were, ceased to exist the moment I came into your life. I don't know who you were, and I don't know why I was paid to make you go "poof" out of society, but I DO know what happens now. You'll be restrained, you'll be muzzled, you'll be used and abused or ignored and left to suffer, both in their turn. You'll spend as long as I care to keep you in this cell, and I am being paid to keep you for a VERY long time, boi. These shackles, this cell? Until I deem you ready, these are your whole world. And once I deem you ready, and I ship you off to your new owner, you'll want nothing more than to come back to me, I guarantee you that. No matter what I do to you today, tomorrow, and for the forseeable future, no matter the suffering you will surely have to endure... you'll wish you could come back to it, once your new owner gets his hands on you.
