Custom Clip // No names mentioned

Attire: red latex
Ideas for statements that will play over and over on a loops as I sit in Solitary Confinement.....
Here you sit Staring at what? Your Life. Blank walls. You are a Loser *sshole! Not only are you a loser but you have gotten off on being a loser all your life.

You are looking at me with no laughter you tell me to get into the padded cell. You tell me to memorize each squeeze of your *ss. Because once I enter Solitary Confinement I will see Nothing but Blank walls, I will j*ck off to Blank walls and your voice and the memory of your beauty. You tell me I deserve to be placed in Solitary for the rest of my life...blank walls and verbal on a loop. Over and Over and Over I hear you verbally me. You c*ll me a Loser a F*ggot and a Trick. You tell me that because I paid cr*ck wh*res to spit in my face and because I sucked c*ck at gloryholes for 30 yrs I am being locked up in a padded cell 30" wide 7 ft long" a toilet at one end. and blank walls. My truth My reality. I am seeking a Mantra Telling me I am not a man...I have no pride. I am a loser. I am a freak who deserves solitary confinement.. I do not deserve kind words or hugs. I deserve blank walls and nothing else. Bound and hooded to sit and pace and stare at nothing. Do Nothing..Life of a deviant., Blank walls and verbal on a loop. 24 hrs a day. Please tell me that on the month out I am ordered to suck c*ck at the gloryholes every day.

Now you Pay as you always have ..Payed to be humiliated..Pay to be degraded. Pay to be put in solitary...Loser P*rn and c*ck g*gging vids is the only way you can even get hard... Now you sit in a closet...with Loser P*rn on a loop....where you belong...where you always wanted to end up... You are a Pathetic F*ck...You are a F*ggot You are a Loser...and you will Pay....and Pay big...You will exposed....you will send me all I need to know to expose you....You are f*cked and when I am done I will sell you to a booth club where you will be chained to a booth h*le...your destiny...

As I enter the cell. I give up all respect...all pride...as I sit and the door shuts...and the bolt is thrown.... the words come forth from speakers I can not reach... over and over and over the loops of true verbal begin my sentence no way to turn it down or off. The brainwash begins...

Solitary Confinment