"On your knees; fruckin’ gag until tears appear. Let the mascara run down your face, my dear. Don’t fear! It’s ruthless but the truth is I’m a clued in masochist. In fact mastered it. You’re cute, and your glued eyelashes fit. What’s the matter, miss? Wasn’t this your sadistic wish? I knew it wasn’t waterproof, relax now it’s happenin’. Remind you of any flashbacks, bitch? I guess a maxed out MasterCard and a compact sports car can get a slut to soar far. That shallow facade, it’s the scar that you itch. (heh)"