Because you chose this.

Why? How? because you sign whatever they tell you to, as part of their games. but now you know it was never really a game. you have given your body to them and now they will keep you. you must let them dress you in expensive fetish clothing. you must let them control your diet. and now you must let them guide you aboard their sinister, private jet and whisk you away...

and as you land, outside of the United Sates for the first time in your life, you realize you are now an import.

you have been trafficked.

you have no identity, no country, no legal status or protections: you have put yourself entirely into the hands of these men, you have signed contracts in languages that you don't even understand, you are an owned **** and you don't even know who owns you exactly. perhaps this whole group of men owns you, jointly.

yes, that must be it. they all own you. and they will use you.

and they will use timing, anticipation, agonizing tension, shame, self-loathing, fear and adrenalin as readily as they will use needles, electricity, bladder manipulation, chemical irritants and thin supple canes.

and as things progress, they will use cylinders of glowing hot metal to sear your ripe anus and leaking, smelly twat, hurting you in ways that take weeks and months to physically recover from.

and you will never, ever cum again, but you will always be brought right to the teetering brink, the agonizing withdrawal of friction becoming the most devastating physical **** you can bear.

and as they work you into a frenzy and deny you again and again, your desperation will become constant, and you will discover a bouquet of less wholesome sensations creeping in to satisfy your needs.

and with **** and dark psychiatry, your masters will retrain all your urges, replacing orgasm with injury, fulfillment with raw agony, and the endlessly tantalizing suspension of sexual release with the compulsive, brutal drive to submit to their intimate games.

now your need to cum will seem mere foreplay, a necessary but insufficient condition for your ultimate climactic experience: an unearthly, synapse-shattering seizure that can last hours if not days, and is incomparably shameful and intoxicating.

although these "paingasms" will not occur frequently, you will become helplessly addicted to them, and you will cherish every minute of their pursuit. pain will become your ultimate, if not your only, mode of joy.

for at last you have sunk to the very bottom: you are nothing but a shit-smeared ****-hole, a **** barbie, a disgusting girl-gimp with no possible use except as raw, sacrificial flesh to pulverize and **** beyond any imaginable limit of human suffering.

but this is not the end: you will not be snuffed, you will be preserved impeccably, attended by strange doctors and kinky wound-care nurses, broken and rebuilt continuously as a means of maximizing the length and degree of your agony, to extend your only value as depraved, expensive entertainment, for another month, another year, another decade.

and it will be remembered that you chose this life, that you put yourself here, that this was all your own doing, the perfect realization of your ultimate sexual fantasy. this was a project you willingly undertook, spawned in a frenzy of shameful acts that you encouraged yourself to impel and let go unchecked. you will be reminded constantly of this, and made to repeat this information endlessly, as each new client becomes curious about your story. everyone must know your shame, and you will relish the fresh humiliation of confessing it, even as regret grows slowly and surely into despair.

you will be marked with this stigma forever, that you were not some captured **** like the other girls, but that you chose this for yourself. and this fact will define you and compel you to **** yourself willingly. likewise it will inspire all your handlers to treat you with utter and merciless contempt.

and it will inspire you to treat yourself with merciless contempt too, because you really deserve this, your skanky pussy and fat ass and titties all deserve this endless series of punishments and humiliations, this never-ending parade of degradation and ****.

because you were the chooser, you were the decider, and you will be the one to experience the consequences of your fateful choices from now until the day you pass into whatever horrifying afterlife awaits.