You can’t even recognize the boy that you were before you met me... because, well, he’s actually DED. I’m sorry for the delay, we should have had a funeral long ago, but better late than never I suppose. Today we mourn the loss of your soul and celebrate the new boy toy that I’ve created. An obedient mindless stroke drone that exists solely for my benefit. Today we mourn the end of your sexuality, the end of your cock, the end of your ‘masculinity, the end of you. The old little lost boy is ded, I ended his life, and you only have me to thank. RIP RIP RIP

You can’t even recognize the boy that you were before you met me... because, well, he’s actually DED. I’m sorry for the delay, we should have had a funeral long ago, but better late than never I suppose. Today we mourn the loss of your soul and celebrate the new boy toy that I’ve created. An obedient mindless stroke drone that exists solely for my benefit. Today we mourn the end of your sexuality, the end of your cock, the end of your ‘masculinity, the end of you. The old little lost boy is ded, I ended his life, and you only have me to thank. RIP RIP RIP