[intro] Welcome, ladies. Time for your therapy session. I’LL BE YOUR THERAPIST. Now to begin, who has a therapy fantasy? Come on, show of hands, let me see. Lesson number one: don’t give up your hand so easily. Now I’ve got it, I can wrap this rope around it. A little spin and you are bound. It really can happen that fast. See, there are questions you should have asked. “Um, excuse me, can I be a therapist too?” Well, let’s see what you can do. “I got a knife, can cut loose the clothes.” I knew you all were just a bunch of hoes. Well, get at her—let’s see how this session goes. [VERSE 1 — male lead | smug, intimate,] I enjoy the attention, you focused on me one hundred percent. Did I mention the present Is all that exists in this moment? And the gift of control— Me gripping your soul, Pushing it dry up your— Sorry, does that hurt? Feels good to me. Let’s take off your shirt, I wanna see How turned on you are, How hard your nipples are. Am I taking this too far? You chose to get in the car. Fuck how stupid you are. “HELP ME!” [CALL & RESPONSE — group voices | chaotic, escalating | crowd menace] “Someone tie her legs down.” “I’ll sit on her, how does that sound?” “This feeling of power, your need to trust.” “For the next hour, it’s just gonna be us.” “Hope you’re ready for me to open up.” “May feel uncomfortable, I tend to be rough.” “I push it in hard, and once you’ve had enough—” “I pound it, just hammer it home.” “I found it, push like this and her whore comes out to play.” “Be better for you if you just accept that today.” “We are doing it my way.” “Gonna stop fighting? Just obey?” “FINE, OKAY.” “That’s funny—I got the power. Your approval is irrelevant. I want you to beg, to cower. This isn’t pleasure, it’s punishment.” [VERSE 2 — male lead | cruel didactic tone | rhythmic threats] ’Cause what I’m trying to make clear, Trying to embed in you with fear: You learn a little with every tear. I’ll make you a better person by next year. Are you listening, bitch? Can you hear? You stole from the wrong guy, Disrespected and spread that dumb lie. You’re pathetic, and now you know why. And if you don’t enjoy taking it dry, Well baby, you might need to die. So what do you say, down to play? Or do you just wanna say goodbye? [CALL & RESPONSE — mocking apology → mob logic | distorted chants] “I was just joking, didn’t mean anything by it.” “That’s a start, at least you didn’t deny it.” "Now how you gonna pay for all the drugs you stole?" "Looks like we’re gonna be drilling out that hole." "Hopefully get you back to black, Out of the red—you okay with that?" “I don’t wanna be dead.” “Not what I said—watch that lip.” “Sorry, daddy, whatever you want is what you will get.” “Let’s do lines off her tits.” “Make her drink your piss.” “Open wide, little miss.” “Can’t believe you’re into this.” “Oh daddy, I want more, makes me so wet being your whore.” “Just wait till you see what you have in store.” “Oh my god, you mean there’s more?” “My girl, when it rains, it pours.” (When it rains, it pours) WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS. [VERSE 3 — male lead | frantic rage | tempo push] What, you didn’t lock the door? Fuck—hurry up, get the whore. Can’t believe she tried to run for her life. Can’t help this shit-eating grin. This world is built for me to win. Few even know what’s truly a sin. She runs, stumbles, can’t focus. So many around and still just us. All eyes turn—no one will confront us. [CALL & RESPONSE] “You made me run after you.” “Do you know what I gotta do?” “Help me—you could be me too.” “You made your bed, lay in it.” “Me? I’ll mind mine, stay out of it.” “So do you know what you should get?” “A guard dog as a pet?” “I’d just slice its neck And be done with it.” [VERSE 4 ] No, I’ll tell you what you’re in for. You pissed me off, opened the door. Could’ve been easy, maybe a little sore. Just spread ’em—you’ve done that before, Right, whore? Your name doesn’t matter. Without me, you would have no value. So here is what I will allow you: One last chance—beg and plead For me to abuse you, embrace my greed. Extract anything I need. Tell me you’re willing to do any deed. I slap the bitch across the face. [BRIDGE — female vocals] Oh my god, she’s standing up. Not backing up—this is new. She spits blood out her mouth. It lands on his shoe. Everyone was looking away, Yet still knew she was about to pay. Accident or not, this is the way Things are today. “Someone blow the therapist whistle!” “Let me wipe that off— I’m so sorry, are you pissed off? I’ll do anything—” COUGH! “The sirens are coming.” “Everyone start running.” His eyes glaze over as it settles in Just how big a mess she’s in. She’s up against a system built on force. She tried to fight back, of course. It’s gonna hurt. It would be worse If we didn’t have them here to protect us. She tried to rebel—she’s not like us. Shun her. Break her. Beat her. Fuck her. Kill her defiance And call it justice.
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