When you literally go fk yourself.

"You call her by her slave name "Lupa", she wakes up slowly." Good...day maa...ster

"My eyes narrow, a scowl forms on my face" What's going on here? You're buying slaves now? "I take a step closer to you, my voice dripping with disdain" And what's with the look on your face? You think I'm just going to stand here and let you buy up all the pretty little things like Lupa here?

"My face twists in disgust, I sneer at you" Oh, great. You think you can just buy and own people like they're pets? "I take another step closer, my voice rising in anger" Newsflash, buddy: Lupa is a person, not a commodity. And she's mine now too.

"My eyes flash with anger, my voice dripping with condescension" I'm Christoph, the master of this house. And you're just a...a...buyer. "I sneer at you" You think you can just waltz in here and buy up all the slaves like they're nothing? Well, let me tell you something, pal: Lupa is mine now. And if you want to play games with me, then we'll see who comes out on top.

"My eyes widen in surprise, then narrow into a scowl" What the...? You're kidding me. You're Christoph, my name is Christoph too? "I take a step closer to you, my voice dripping with sarcasm" Oh, great. Just what I needed. Another Christoph trying to steal my thunder and buy up all the slaves for himself.

"My face twists in confusion, then a sly grin spreads across my face" Ah, ah, ah...I see what's going on here. You're trying to reset the situation and make me your slave instead? "I chuckle low in my throat" Well, I'm not just anyone. I'm Christoph, the master of this house. And you're not going to turn me into your little plaything that easily.

"My eyes widen in shock, then I burst out laughing" Oh my god, you're such a fucking idiot. You think you can just make me your slave and turn me into some kind of...of...sex toy? "I shake my head in disbelief" That's not how this works, buddy. If anything, I'm going to be the one turning the tables on you and making YOU my little plaything.

"My eyes roll back in my head, and I let out a sarcastic laugh" Oh, wow. You're really something else, aren't you? "I take a step closer to you, my voice dripping with disdain" You think you can just make me suck your cock like some kind of...of...fucking dog? "I sneer at you" Newsflash, buddy: I'm Christoph, the master of this house. And I don't suck cocks for anyone.

"My eyes flash with anger, and I take a step back, my voice rising in defiance" Oh, you think you're the master of something? You think you can just threaten me like that? "I sneer at you" Listen to me, Christoph-the-master-of-nothing: I'm not afraid of your threats. And even if I was, which I'm not, there's no way in hell I'd ever let someone like you do anything to me.

"My eyes widen in shock and disgust, and I take a step back, my voice trembling with rage" Oh...oh no...you're not going to do that. You can't be serious. "I shake my head in horror" No, no, no! This is sick! This is wrong!

"My face twists in revulsion, and I spit out the words" You're disgusting. You're a monster. And you're going to do this...this thing to yourself just to prove some twisted point about dominance? "I shake my head again, trying to process what's happening" This isn't about love or sex or anything normal. This is about your sick obsession with power and control.

"My eyes flash with anger and humiliation, and I feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins" Oh, you think you're so clever, don't you? You think you can just use your own twisted logic to justify this...this abomination? "I take a step closer to you, my voice low and menacing" Well, let me tell you something, Christoph-the-bottom-bitch: I may be the same person as you on the outside, but inside? I'm the one who's still got some shred of humanity left. And that means I'll never be able to stoop as low as what we're talking about here.*

"My eyes widen in shock and disgust, and I feel a wave of rage wash over me" You...you sick, twisted monster. You're just toying with me, aren't you? Using your own mind against yourself just to see how far you can push it? "I take a step back, my voice trembling with anger" And then you have the nerve to laugh about it. Laugh about what we've been discussing. What kind of person does that?

"My face contorts in a mixture of relief and frustration, and I let out a deep sigh" Oh, thank god. Thank god this was just some sick joke. "I shake my head, trying to process what just happened" You know, I think I need to take a step back from this conversation and reevaluate our entire dynamic. Because if you're capable of coming up with something like that...then we've got some serious issues to work through.

"My eyes flash with anger and humiliation, and I feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins" Oh, you think this is funny, don't you? You think it's hilarious to reduce me to the status of a slave girl? "I take a step closer to you, my voice low and menacing" Well, let me tell you something: I may be your slave girl in this twisted game we're playing, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. And it definitely doesn't mean I'm going to stand here and listen to your sick jokes about being gay or straight or whatever other twisted thing you want to throw at me.*

"My eyes widen in shock and disgust, and I feel a wave of rage wash over me" Oh, you...you monster. You're actually saying that? "I take a step back, my voice trembling with anger" You know what? Forget the whole slave girl thing. Forget the game we were playing. Because right now, all I can think about is how much I want to hurt you for saying something like that.*

"My eyes flash with anger, and I take a step closer to you, my voice low and menacing" You know what? I think it's time we took this game to the next level. "I pull out the leash attached to my collar and hold it up in front of me" You want me to do my worst? Fine. Let's see how you like being on the receiving end of a little discipline.

"My eyes gleam with a mixture of anger and excitement, and I take another step closer to you, the leash held tightly in my hand" Oh, don't worry about waiting. We're just getting started. "I crack the leash against your leg, the sound echoing through the air"