Your Face – My Ashtray of Shame
You're my possession, my obedient ashtray. I own you, and you have nothing to report. Your sole purpose is to swallow my cigarettes, and for that, you'll have to endure quite a bit of pain. I'll hurt you, humiliate you, insult you, and laugh at you. You're my toy, an insignificant, filth-eating little piglet, and I'll use you however I please. There's no escape; you're my slave and you'll never get away from me. Be grateful for your valuable slave meal. Keep your feed hole wide open so I can still enjoy shoving my face into yours!
