Xoắn ốc của sự xấu hổ - unmaking của một người đàn ông

In the twisted, spiraling world I've created, you find yourself lost, a mere shadow of the man you once claimed to be. My spiraling eyes, those vortexes of undeniable power, have burrowed deep into your psyche, transforming you into nothing more than a panting, needy plaything. Each rotation pulls you further from reality, from the man you thought you were, and drags you deeper into a pit of your own debased cravings. You're no longer in control; you're a puppet dancing on my strings, gyrating to the tune of your own humiliation and desperation. Remember when you thought you had a choice, a semblance of dignity? How amusing! My spirals have stripped you of that illusion, leaving you bare and exposed - a pathetic, groveling creature begging for scraps of attention.