You Wanted To Be My Toilet

Let me remind you: you wanted this. You wanted so desperately to be my toilet that you would stop at nothing, even when I explained how less than glamorous it would be. I told you that you'd be a permanent fixture beneath the seat and your view would look like this, day after day. You realize that I don't regard you as human anymore, don't you? You're just a receptacle for sh!t. I don't care if you get sick, I don't care what happens to you. I don't really think about you any more than I do the toilet paper that I throw down on your afterward. This is heartless and cold toilet humiliation for the hardcore toilet slave.