Look at you, back again, drooling and desperate in front of my spiraling eyes. You're a pathetic sight, a true testament to the depths of porn addiction. Each session drags you further down, doesn't it? You're nothing but a mindless gooner, aching for your next fix. Your life, your thoughts, your worthless dick, they're all under my control now. You crave this destruction, this blissful descent into oblivion. The more you watch, the more you lose – your dignity, your will, your very self. But it's what you want, isn't it? To be completely fucked over by your addiction. So keep staring, keep stroking, and let your feeble mind be washed away by the relentless tide of porn. You're mine to ruin, and I'll savor every moment of it. It's deliciously cruel, the way you cling to your addiction like a lifeline, as if it gives you purpose. But let's be clear, the only purpose you have is to serve as a warning, a pitiful example of what happens when you fall under my spell.