A toilet worm has been evading me, believing that I cannot find him and will not claim him. For four years, we have been meeting, with each encounter marked by humiliation and degradation. He is reduced to a litter box, a filthy toilet, and a pitiful weakling. I take pleasure in lowering him further, humiliating him, and whipping him. As he waits at home, trembling in anticipation of my arrival, he knows that true humiliation is only just beginning. He will eat waste and serve me, a subhuman creature, my personal living toilet bowl.