Η πτώση του εθισμένου στο άρωμα - μυρίστε, μαλακία, ξοδέψτε και γάλα

I revel in breaking you down, you spineless worm. It’s time to degrade yourself for me, to goon like the addicted, filthy waste of space you are. I demand more than just a few weak tugs; I crave your utter ruin. Stroke that cock hard, .. your bank dry for me. You're a puppet, mind wrecked by your own pathetic addiction, and I’m pulling all the strings. Edge hard and take another toxic hit, feel how it screws you up even more. You're too weak, too hooked to ever stop. Each dollar you waste pushes you further under my spell, each desperate stroke confirms you're nothing but my disposable toy