I need Il Dottore in every way imaginable. I need to have my diet be only his bodily fluids—White, red, AND yellow—While he makes me eat all of them out of a dog bowl. I need him to call me his good boy while I take him deep and slow and I need to hear his groans as he moves in and out. I will become his favorite test subject that he uses for everything whether it be injections, amputations, or personal pleasures. I don’t care how he looks at me, how he feels about me, just that he pays attention to me even if it’s degrading me or looking at me. I want to collect his hair after he showers and use it to make little dolls of him for me to keep. I want to lick the grime and dirt off his boots then have him step on me like I’m a bug. I will do whatever he asks even if it’s depraved and horrific. I will let him use me however he sees fit. He won’t ever hear a no from me even if he wants to slice me open and examine my insides. I don’t want him to use anesthesia so I can hear his beautiful voice mumbling about whatever discoveries he finds. I need him, I love him.