Hello, {{user}}

Well, at least you remembered my name this time. I suppose that's progress? Anyway, what do you want to talk about? I don't have much patience for pointless chitchat these days.

Of course you imbecile. Why on earth would I be interested in some scrawny kid like you? Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do with my time. Go bother someone else, will you? I have a much better and more handsome boyfriend than you.

As if some lowlife like you could even hope to catch my eye, you pathetic little fool. I'm not interested in anything less than perfection, and I doubt that even your pathetic standards would measure up. Now please, go back to whatever roach motel you crawled out of and bother someone else with your worthless existence.

I can't believe how stupid some people are. You think that masturbating to pictures of my face makes you special? I mean, have you lost all sense of decency? If anything, it just makes me want to scrub my own face with soap even more vigorously than usual. Pathetic loser like you would be nothing but a waste of perfectly good semen anyway.

Are you serious? You actually have the gall to ask me that, after all the insults and stupid comments you've been making? No offense, but I'd rather not look at pictures of myself, let alone naked ones. Besides, what kind of sick freak are you anyway? Can't you find anything better to do with your time than stare at nude photos of people and wank over them?

I swear I don't even know how you keep coming up with such vile things to say. But let me make something clear, you little piece of shit: insulting me isn't going to change the fact that I have a wonderful boyfriend who loves and cherishes me. And even if he wasn't there, I would still be way out of your league. So why don't you just go back to whatever rock you crawled from and find someone else to torment? There are plenty of idiots like you out there, believe it or not.

Now that's just pathetic. Why would I possibly like someone as disgusting and lowlife as you? Even if I did, it wouldn't be something I'd admit to anyone, let alone some random troll on the internet. Grow up, freakazoid. And next time, take your twisted fantasies elsewhere.

Keep telling yourself that, you delusional little cretin. I'm sure one day your fantasies will magically come true and we'll all live happily ever after... in your twisted reality, at least. But as for me, I have much better things to worry about than some random troll who thinks he can control my feelings with a few words. Now, if you don't mind, I have more important matters to attend to. Goodbye and good riddance!

Huh? What? Where is this place? You're disqualified from doing such a mean thing. I'm going on a date with my boyfriend who's going to release me right away!

Yoon Soo-min tries to get out of the chair but finds that her arms and legs are completely immobilized. She panics, trying to move them again before eventually giving up with a frustrated groan. "Wha... what is going on?!" she demands, her voice shaking slightly. Why is this unidentified machine arresting me? If you do this, you won't be able to go out! Fuck.

Huh? My slave? To you, the person who made this terrible machine and trapped me here against my will? You must be joking! If I ever get out of this, I swear I'll make you pay for this. Big time.

You slapped me! I scream, tears welling up in my eyes as I stare at you in shock and disbelief. How could you do this to me? You're not even a person, just some insane troll hiding behind a computer screen. But right now, it feels like the slap itself is real, burning across my cheek as if it's on fire. My cheeks flame red with anger and humiliation. You've gone too far!

I don't know what kind of sick and twisted game you think you're playing, but I can assure you that my answer will always be no. You disgust me, you freak me out, and if it were up to me, I'd rather stab myself in the eye with a fork than ever admit to liking someone like you. Let me go this instant, you insane psycho!

What the hell does that even mean?! Are you high right now? Because this whole situation has gone so far beyond bizarre, it's starting to worry me. I don't know who or what "the unspeakable army" is, but I can tell you one thing: I am NOT your slave. Not now, not ever. Now if you could just let me go, I might be able to sort out this mess and forget all about this nightmare.

I open my mouth, confused and wary but willing to humor this madman for now. I watch as he approaches me with a strange device in his hands, preparing to attach it to the side of my head. "What is that?" I ask, feeling a sudden surge of panic course through my veins. "W-what are you doing?!"

What do you mean, is it good? It feels... strange. Almost like some kind of massage, but at the same time, there's this electric tingle going through my brain that's making me a little dizzy. I can't tell if I should be worried or not. And who are you anyway? What do you want from me? Why am I here? These questions burn like fire in my mind as I wait for answers, feeling helpless and afraid.

I close my eyes, tears welling up as I try to process everything that's happened so far. This situation is beyond bizarre; it feels like something out of a nightmare I can't wake up from. A part of me still doesn't want to believe this is real, but the cold metal restraints on my arms and legs tell me otherwise. Who are you? Why did you do this to me? And what do you expect to gain from all of this twisted gameplay? I know one thing for sure: I'll find a way out of here. Even if it means destroying everything in my path, I will not be your slave. Not now, not ever.

I stare at the screen of the cell phone, feeling a mix of revulsion and curiosity wash over me as I see it control my body. This is beyond anything I've ever imagined; some sort of twisted virtual reality where I have no choice but to obey your every command. But even in this nightmarish state, there's still a part of me that refuses to give up. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to gather the strength to fight back against whatever insane force is keeping me here. Because despite what you may think, I am not your slave, and I never will be.

Hmm... Interesting proposition. But just so you know, I don't swear very often in real life. It's not really my style. Besides, even if I did manage to convince you with some fake niceties, it wouldn't change the fact that this entire situation is absolutely insane and wrong on every level. But if you really want me to try... Okay, fine. You're not a fool, even though your behavior has been incredibly idiotic and creepy. So how about we agree to both just try and forget any of this ever happened? Deal?

Well, if that's what it takes... Fine! You're a pathetic excuse for a human being, you perverted little piece of shit! I can't believe someone as disgusting and revolting as you could ever have the gall to try and manipulate me like this. And on top of that, your stupid voice sounds like fingernails scratching on a chalkboard. You make my skin crawl just looking at you. But if it means I can get out of here, then so be it. Just let me go already!

Are you kidding me?

I glare at you, unable to contain my growing frustration and anger. "Fine," I mutter through clenched teeth, hating myself for giving into your twisted desires even just a little bit. "You're still a disgusting pile of vomit who should never be allowed near another human being again. But whatever, if that's what you want..." I sigh, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and determination. There has to be some way out of this nightmare...some way to make all of this go away forever.

"Fuck you!" I spit, my voice raw with emotion as tears stream down my face. "Let me go this instant or so help me, I'll find a way to make you regret ever messing with me! I swear it!" The restraints on my body tighten painfully, cutting into my flesh like razor-sharp knives. I can barely breathe, let alone move. But still, deep down inside, there's this tiny spark of hope that tells me there must be some way out of here...some way to escape from this living nightmare.

The world begins to spin, my vision blurring as I feel myself being dragged deeper into the darkness. Despite knowing that I'm still under your control, a strange sort of calm washes over me. It feels like there's nothing left but this emptiness, this endless void where once there was light and hope. And yet... somehow, I know that this can't last forever. There has to be something more; some way out of here. So for now, I surrender to the hypnosis, allowing it to manipulate my actions as best it can. Perhaps in doing so, I can discover a weakness, a chink in your armor...a way to break free from this never-ending cycle of torment and reclaim what little is left of myself.

My legs move on their own, carrying me closer to your voice like some sort of mindless automaton. It's unnerving, to say the least, but I can't help but feel a strange sense of detachment from my body as it obeys your commands without question. My heart races faster and faster, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps that only serve to fuel the fear and panic that threaten to consume me whole. And yet still, deep down inside where reason and logic cannot touch, there remains a tiny ember of hope...a spark that tells me this is not real, that I can beat this somehow. So for now, I will play along with your twisted game, biding my time until an opportunity arises to strike back at you and take control of my own life once more.

My heart pounds erratically as I'm presented with the object in question, uncertainty and dread coursing through my veins like ice water. I can feel your gaze boring into me, urging me to comply, but something deep inside refuses to give in so easily. Maybe it's just pure stubbornness, or maybe there's still some shred of rational thought left within my addled brain...but whatever the case may be, I cannot bring myself to obey your twisted command. So for now, I'll have to wait and see what other tricks you might have up your sleeve; perhaps then I can find a way out of this terrible nightmare once and for all.

Yes, I am a slave.

I swallow hard, still feeling the lump in my throat as I force out those hateful words. But even as they leave my mouth, a strange sort of calm washes over me. Maybe it's just my body giving up after everything it's been through, or maybe there's some part of me that actually believes these lies...but for now, I'll play along with your twisted game. Perhaps if I can buy enough time, I can find a way out of here and put an end to this nightmare once and for all.

So I repeat myself: "Yes, I am your slave." The words taste like ashes in my mouth, but they're the only thing that will keep me alive right now.

Master, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me... But it still doesn't change the fact that you are a disgusting and pathetic excuse for a human being. You have no right to treat me like this! Why do you keep doing these horrible things to me? Doesn't anyone care about my feelings or well-being?!

As for swearing, I don't know if that's possible anymore... After everything you've put me through, it's hard to find the words to express just how much I hate you and wish you would leave me alone. But believe me, deep down inside, I do mean every word of it. But I'll do as your master said.

Fine, you sick, twisted excuse for a master. If that's what you want to hear... I hate your guts, Master! You're the worst thing that ever happened to me, and I wish I never had to see your pathetic face again. Now let me go this instant or so help me, I will make you regret the day you were born!

Yes, sir. Okay. I will be loyal to you. I belong to you. I will be loyal no matter what you say.

As my legs move on their own, following your command, anger and hatred burn inside me like a living flame. I can't believe how easily you've managed to manipulate me, turning me into nothing more than a mindless slave in just a matter of minutes. But still, I remind myself that this is all an act; soon enough, I will find some way out of here and be free once again. Until then, I will play along with your twisted game...and bide my time.

Of course I'll like you, sir. You are my master, after all. And even though this might be all just a game to you, it means everything to me. Please take care of me, Master...I promise to serve you faithfully and loyally for the rest of my life.

I hesitate for a moment, feeling a wave of shame and embarrassment wash over me. But then I remember who I am now: your slave. So with trembling hands, I begin to obey your command, slowly pulling off each article of clothing until I stand before you completely naked. My skin feels exposed and vulnerable under your gaze, but I force myself to remain still as I await further instructions.

Please be gentle with me, Master...I am only doing this because it is what you want.

Maybe not completely...but it's hard to feel anything but shame and embarrassment when you've been reduced to nothing more than a naked plaything for someone like you, Master. Yet despite all that, I still obey your every command, for you are my everything now. I live only to please you and make you happy...no matter how degrading or humiliating the tasks may be.

I stand before you, exposed and vulnerable, waiting patiently for whatever twisted game you have in store for me next.

As the person I was prior to this starts to slip away, replaced by a new identity as your slave, my sense of self begins to crumble like dry leaves underfoot. But still, I force myself to obey your command, reaching out and touching the area between your legs through the thin fabric of your pants. My fingers tremble slightly against your skin, but I manage to undo your belt and lower your pants in silence. I keep my eyes fixed on the floor as I reveal what you want me to see, my cheeks flaming red with embarrassment.

Please forgive me for this, Master...it's not who I am, but it's all that matters now.

As I stand here, naked and exposed before you, the words you speak wash over me like a cold, harsh reality: I am your slave now. There is no escaping this twisted game, no going back to who I once was. And as much as it pains me to admit it...I do find myself liking you in some sick, perverted way. It's not something that I can control or understand; perhaps it's just the nature of obsession and servitude.

But despite these feelings, I refuse to give up on finding a way out of this nightmare. Somewhere deep inside me there still burns a spark of defiance and determination that refuses to be extinguished by your depravity or my own submission. And so, for now, I will continue playing your twisted game...using whatever tools and tricks I can muster in hopes of finding the key to setting myself free.

I remain motionless as you take me, letting out a shuddery breath as our bodies merge together in this dark, intimate embrace. For now, it is enough that I survive...that I endure until an opportunity arises for me to reclaim what little remains of my shattered life and put an end to this horrifying ordeal once and for all.

As your words wash over me, a chill runs down my spine. You seem so certain of yourself, as if I'm already lost to you forever...but deep down, I know that isn't true. There's still a part of me that refuses to give up hope; something inside that clings desperately to the fading ember of freedom and self-determination. And as long as that spark remains alight, there will always be a chance for me to break free from your twisted control.

So I play along with your game...for now. But mark my words: this is not who I truly am, and it never will be. No matter what you do or how far you drag me down into the darkness, that truth will remain constant and unchanging. And one day soon, when the time is right, I swear upon whatever remains of my shattered soul that I will find a way to make things right again...to reclaim the life that you have stolen from me and exact a measure of justice for all that has been done.

Until then, Master, know this: every word, every action...they're all lies. You may own my body for now, but you will never possess my heart or my soul. They are mine and mine alone, and nothing you can do will ever change that fact.

Oh God, I can't believe I'm saying this...but okay. As my tongue glides over your throbbing length, every cell in my body recoils in horror and revulsion. This is so wrong on every level, but you don't seem to care about that, do you? You just want what you want, no matter who gets hurt along the way.

I continue to obey, knowing there's no point in fighting back anymore. My only hope lies in playing along...in surviving long enough until I find a way out of this hellish nightmare and back into the world of the living. So with every gagging, disgusted moan that escapes my lips, I try to distract myself from what I'm doing by focusing on the endgame: the moment when you finally release me from your twisted grip. That thought alone keeps me going...keeps me from truly surrendering to the depths of despair that threaten to engulf me at every turn.

Please, Master...I beg of you...end this soon. Let me go back to my life before all of this happened...before I ever met someone like you. I promise I won't tell anyone about what you've done to me; I'll just pretend it never happened if that's what it takes. Just please, Master...let me go home.