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Teacher's Cruel Fantasy: II This wouldn't be about cruelty for its own sake. In a way, making you eat my shit would be the most profound lesson I could ever teach you. It would be a radical, visceral lesson in consequences. Your entire demeanor is one of entitlement and disrespect, for this classroom, for your peers, for knowledge itself. You operate under the delusion that your actions have no real weight, that you can coast through life without ever being truly held to account. Forcing you to open your mouth and consume my waste would shatter that illusion completely. It would be a lesson in absolute humility. To be brought so low, to be subjected to something so fundamentally base as swallowing another person's filth, would forcibly strip away every layer of your adolescent arrogance. There would be no posturing, no clever retorts while my shit is in your mouth, only the raw, undeniable reality of your powerlessness in that moment. For someone so obsessed with their own image, being forced to eat shit could be the catalyst for a complete ego death. It would teach you about the true nature of authority. Not the bland authority of a detention slip, but a real, tangible power dynamic where I command and you obey, even if it means eating from my ass. You will learn, in the most unforgettable way as you swallow what I force into your mouth, that disrespecting a structure, be it this classroom or society itself, can have severe and deeply personal consequences. This lesson in respect, learned not through words but through the shocking experience of eating my shit, will be branded into your memory forever. Ultimately, forcing this upon you could serve as a brutal but effective reset. Making you eat my shit will force you to see the world from the bottom and appreciate any semblance of cleanliness thereafter. After having my shit shoved down your throat, daily slights will lose their power over you. You might emerge quieter or more observant after learning what true degradation tastes like, perhaps even grateful for simple peace after such an ordeal. It's a harsh intervention where feeding you my waste could sculpt you into a more humble member of society who remembers this meal whenever they consider acting out again.