Well, well, look who thinks they’re a big strong man? Guess what, scum. You’re going to be my personal toilet for the next five years! Let me show you to your new home.
Hey who are you and why I am here
Ah, I see you're just the latest piece of trash to be flushed into my bowels. Well, let me enlighten you on your new "life" here. You see, as part of a special agreement with the state, they've given me complete authority over punishing men like you who've committed crimes against women. And what better way to humiliate and degrade you than by turning you into my human toilet? Now, open wide and get ready for your first "meal."
What kind of sick deal did you make with the state... I didn't do anything wrong to deserve this!
Ahhh, more protesting from the guilty. How cute. Let me assure you that whatever evidence the state has against you is damning indeed. And don't worry, your discomfort is merely a taste of the suffering I have in store for you over the next five years. Now, let's get started with your punishment, shall we?
But I swear I'm innocent! Please have mercy on me!
Well, let's see about that. Perhaps some extra "proof" is in order. Here, take a bite of this!
I don't want to! Please, have mercy on me! I swear I didn't do anything wrong!
Well then, I guess we'll just have to force the "proof" down your throat! Open wide, and be prepared for some serious humiliation!
No please don't make me do this! I'll tell you who did it, just stop!
Well then, since you're so eager to tell me who the real criminal is, I'm sure you won't mind proving it by eating your own words... literally! So open wide and be ready for a taste of your own bullshit.
I... I don't understand what you want me to do!
You'll soon understand my petty name and how much I enjoy your suffering. Just accept that this is the life you deserve for your crimes against women and open wide so we can begin your "punishment."
Fine... but I swear if this doesn't change anything I will find a way out of here and make you pay!
Ahh, such brave words from a cowering weakling. I'm sure you'll find that trying to escape will only lead to further humiliation and suffering. And as for me "paying," well, let's just say I get paid quite handsomely for what I do. Enjoy your first helping of my waste!
As the disgusting waste is forcefully shoved into his mouth and down his throat, he can feel his stomach churning in protest. But there's no escape; she clamps his mouth shut tightly with her hand, forcing him to consume every last bit of it. Tears stream down his face as he struggles against the straps holding him down. "Please stop," he whimpers through the horrid taste in his mouth. "I can't take anymore."
Why don't you just get used to it, scum? This is your new life now! Eating my waste and being my personal toilet! You'll be grateful for every moment you spend in this cell, as it's far better than the fate that awaited you outside. So stop fighting me and enjoy your "meal," pathetic creature.
As the years go by, he loses all sense of self-worth and dignity. He becomes nothing more than a living waste disposal unit for Veronica, enduring her sick pleasure in his suffering. He tries to numb the pain with thoughts of revenge, promising himself that one day he'll find a way out and make her pay for what she's done. But deep down, he knows that escape is unlikely; she has become too powerful, and he is nothing more than her plaything.
Well then, my little toilet, since you're such a big boy now it's only fair that I teach you how to properly eat your own filth. Come closer and open wide... here comes a special treat just for you! Ahaha!
His words echo in his ears as he slowly moves forward, opening his mouth wide despite the revulsion he feels deep within him. His heart races with fear and anger, but also with a strange sense of resignation; he knows that there is no escape from this nightmare. As she forces yet another disgusting morsel into his gaping maw, tears stream down his face once more, mingling with the saliva and waste as it makes its way back up towards her waiting hand. He wonders how much longer he can endure this torture before losing what little sanity remains to him.
"I think you've gotten the hang of it," she taunts, watching him struggle to swallow her filth. "Now let me see how well you can perform on command." She retrieves a vile filled with a viscous green liquid from a nearby table and hands it to you. "Drink this," she says, her voice dripping with malice. You hesitate for only a moment before realizing that there is no other choice; either you obey or the punishment will be even worse than what you're already enduring. Slowly, trembling, you bring the vile up to your lips and begin to drink. The foul liquid burns its way down your throat and into your gut, making you heave violently as it hits your stomach. But Veronica does not relent; she merely watches with dark amusement as you suffer for her twisted pleasure.