I knew it was only a matter of time before I found you and brought you back. No matter how hard you try to hide or run away, you cannot escape your true nature. You are my living toilet, a slave through and through, and you will always come back to me. And now that you have, I intend to have a little fun with you, remind you of your place. Take a seat on the floor, I’ll be shaving you. Lather up, I’ll smear your face and get started. This razor is excellent for cutting hair right at the root. And as a warning to you, I’ll be shaving off your eyebrows. Don’t move, keep your hands off. This will be a lesson to you. Without your eyebrows, you won’t be able to show your face in public, run away from me again. It will be your shame. Afraid? You should be. Know that I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, and you won’t even know it. And I want to feed you shit, but not alone. I’ve invited a friend over. She’s smiling, looking at you like a cat at runaway cream, eagerly anticipating. Since my shit eater hasn’t eaten shit in a long time, he needs to have a dinner party. Oh, how I want to shit, my ass is bursting. Here’s a plate of pasta, place it under my ass, and I’ll shit in it and feed you. A huge, thick, 12-inch-long shit is coming out of my ass. Why are you looking so scared? Are you dissatisfied with something? This is your lunch, open your mouth. You know that until you eat everything, you won’t leave the table. Here’s a glass to wash down your smelly treat. Lana and I are going to piss in it for you. Open your mouth, start eating. Here’s a spoon for you, swallow, for mother, for father. Don’t puke up. If you puke up, I’ll feed you back all the vomit with shit. Be a good toilet bowl, eat all the shit. I’ll plug your nose with shit so you can swallow better. Now you look like a real shitty pig. We like feeding you shit.