“Please, let me go. I have done everything you asked without complaint. I’m sorry for hurting you, but I can’t take this anymore. Please, let me go.” He pleaded.
“You truly are pitiful. Just as I was starting to think you were becoming a good slave, you’re not going anywhere. You’re becoming a good little toilet, and I have decided to keep you. Once again, you will obey my rules. You will only receive luxuries when I deem you have earned them.” I said.
“You are a toilet slave now, your sole purpose is to serve that function. You no longer have any other reason to live. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you will be content with your new way of life.” I said.