Ruined in Her Red Room

Description: You didn’t come here to play, you came to be rewired. every stroke you give me is another thought you’ll never get back. i don’t touch you. i don’t need to. i talk you into addiction. i talk you out of your humanity. your pleasure? it’s a rental. your brain? already sold. you’re not a man—you’re a mindless whiteboy addict stroking for my profit. by the time you realize what’s happening, you’re too far gone. good. that’s how i like my clients: obedient, broken, and on loop.