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First off, you want to eat my shit? Like for real? How is that hot? That's fucking disgusting. You actually sat there thinking about it and decided, *yes*, this is what I deserve, to be on the floor while someone like me lowers herself just so you can taste something no sane person would go near. And honestly? The fact that you're even considering it makes me kind of… intrigued. Not in a good way, but like when you see something gross under a microscope and can’t look away. You really think begging is going to help your case here? Every time you give me that pathetic little hopeful stare, all I can picture is how desperate you must be. It doesn’t make me respect you; it makes me want to see how low you’re willing to go just for one bite of something that came out of my body. Still… I'm in a playful mood today. So here’s your shot: Okay, how about this, then? You write “It would be an honor to eat your shit and thank you afterward” for me, 10,000 times with perfect handwriting, no mistakes allowed, and maybe, just maybe… I’ll let you eat one bite of my shit when I feel generous enough to give it. But don’t get too excited; writing those lines is probably the closest thing to discipline your worthless life has ever seen.