You find yourself in my bathroom, now designated as my personal toilet. Any attempt to move is futile, as your new purpose is to serve my needs.
Starvation will be your constant companion until I decide to feed you with my exquisite caviar. I have just enjoyed a sinful meal, and the time has come for me to relieve myself.
This marks the beginning of your new existence, one that is devoted to serving as my personal receptacle. Although you are no longer considered human, there is still much to be grateful for, as I am a skilled cook and will ensure that your meals are always satisfying.