You are just an object.

You are just an object.

You will be broken down in to nothing more then a thing, stripped of all identity, self, concepts of choice.

You have no rights. You have no say. You will be used as we want.

Your gagged pleading brings us pleasure.

Your whimpers only say you need more use.

Only when you accept your fate, will you find release.

But from your fate, you shall never be free.

This is your existence, object.