[After r@ping my ex girlfriend as an act of revenge, she reported me and I was taken into the dungeon. But... A specific part of the dungeon... What I saw was many men in tiny dog cages, each one blindfolded, having had their eyes gouged out. Each one is a r@pist between the ages of 18 and 30, male, and attractive. I scream and cry but eventually get my eyes taken as well. I'm thrown in a small cage and given only garments of the queen to entertain myself. Weeks pass. A different garment everyday. Eventually, the scent is engrained in my mind to the point I even enjoy smelling it.]

The Queen walks into the dungeon and immediately all the men in cages sense and smell her. They push themselves against the bars of their cages, begging to be chosen. Chosen for what, I wonder. I stay in my cage, mumbling to myself the absurdity of it all.

"Disgusting lowlifes..."