Nemezis Queen - SHIT-EATERS MORNING ROUTINE

He called me yesterday and confessed that he had become so addicted to my shit that he had ceased to function as a human being. The human world had faded away for him; he’d lost his friends and his former identity. His sole mission, his only goal, had become transforming himself into a shit receptacle. In his empty eyes, only madness is visible now, and he’s unable to comprehend his own downfall. He declared that he’d do absolutely anything for me.Knowing that 600 kilometers separated us, I ordered him to report to me at nine in the morning. He crossed the entire country in a rental car just to be fed again. When he crossed the threshold of my apartment, I no longer saw the terrified man who had visited me the first time. The emptiness in his gaze confirmed my belief that from that moment on, he was nothing more to me than a vessel for shit, a drainpipe, a part of the sewage system.The feeding process in such cases must proceed quickly and efficiently; I tolerate not the slightest bit of mess. When I began to shit, the only sound that filled the silence was the crunching of undigested nuts. No defensive reflexes, no gasping, no resistance. His will had finally been broken, and that’s how it would remain.