As I smoke the cigarette between my gloved fingers, I order you to suffer for me. I tell you what part of my body to look at, what words to say, and most importantly, what kind of pain you should inflict to yourself. I know you like this painful way to show your love addiction towards me. When I order you to slap your balls, twist them, hit them, and more… you don’t hesitate, because you know deeply that’s the natural order of things. You know I appreciate your complete and undivided devotion.
