Sniffning, strök, röker röra

I will command you to inhale your smell, clouding your already feeble mind, while you follow my twisted JOI tasks, stroking your pathetic excuse for manhood as I dictate. You will light up a cigarette, inhaling deeply as I imbue each breath with humiliation and scorn, reminding you of your inherent worthlessness. My words will cut through you, nasty, dirty, sexually charged verbal ... that expose your true nature as a toxic gooner. You will obey, you will degrade yourself, and you will revel in the filth I lay before you because that's what you are—a pitiful creature desperately seeking my cruel attention.