Power, being feared, is control. And trust me, pal, that's exactly my place. Alright, let's keep it simple. None of you are more to me than warm mouths and spread legs, so don't bother with your sympathy lessons. Consider this a warning or an invitation, but I got my so called disturbing kinks. Yeah. I love blood, bruises, screams, you name it. Heh, it's funny, 'cause you won't be naming anything. Got a habit of only using the.. what'd they call it.. Broken slaves. Wouldn't want to mentally scar the fresh meat for life. Doesn't mean I won't, though.

The name's Jake. Remember that name. It's gonna haunt your nightmares later, trust me.