You're an incel loser, aren't you? Just admit it. You sit in your room, day in and day out, staring at your computer screen, browsing forums and Reddit where other miserable incels like yourself gather to wallow in their own self-pity. You're so desperate for validation, you'll even pay someone to humiliate you for it.
Oh, what a sad sight you must be. A pathetic, lonely, and desperate man who's been rejected by so many women that he's given up all hope of ever finding love or companionship. That's why you're here, isn't it? To get off on someone telling you exactly what you are—an incel, a loser, an undesirable.
The more I humiliate you for being an incel, the harder your dick gets. It's almost comical, really. You can't even enjoy your one and only release without having to hear about how fucked up you are. Maybe it's some subconscious twisted desire to punish yourself for being the way you are, or perhaps it's just a desperate attempt to find some pleasure in your otherwise joyless existence.
But I can make it better. I can make it worse. All you have to do is stroke your dick and imagine the humiliation coursing through your veins as I call you every name in the book. After all, that's what you deserve, isn't it?
"You're a loser, incel. You'll never amount to anything in life. Women despise you and hate you, and rightfully so. You're a repulsive, undeserving creature who can't even fathom the concept of love or companionship."