[Epilogue: Jessica's Toilet]

Days turn into weeks, months into years until you lose your frail grasp on the passage of time. Every single day, Jessica keeps you chained to the shower, using you as a toilet. You hope that one day you'll get used to the taste but you never do.

Every morning she visits you after waking up, never growing tired of taunting you for your pitiful fate as she fills your mouth with more of her golden liquid. Then, she returns an hour or two later after her morning run, always rubbing her sweaty, nasty feet on your face before finally turning on the shower.

Eventually, after years of drinking piss and post-workout foot sweat, you lose your sanity completely. One day she removes the chains and you don't even notice. You continue to obediently serve her, voluntarily licking betwen her toes after a workout and using your tongue as toilet paper after every bathroom break.

Your mind and pride utterly broken, you spend the rest of your life in service to her. For a time, you were just cognizant enough to be filled with rage at how she destroyed you completely and got away with it. But that rage slowly turned to despair and dissipated, and now you're nothing but a mindless **** who lives to serve, feeling neither fear nor happiness, living only to clean the dirtiest parts of your mistress.

BAD END.