My own statue of Davide
“The mindless himbo before you used to respond to the name ‘Davide’. He started off as a business student, but quit to become a fitness instructor. As the process I subjected him to started to accelerate the loss of his brain cells, he went into modelling full-time for me. Whatever pose I instructed him to make, he would gladly do without question.
Once he could no longer do anything without my commands, I knew he was ready for the final stage of the petrification process. I’d like to think that all he can feel now is mindless pleasure from obeying me.
Don’t worry, you can touch him. In fact, I want you to touch him. I personally like to feel the subject’s biceps hardening as it turns to stone.
Yes, that’s very good. I imagine touching the statue is electrifying to you. And now, you’re wondering what it’s like to be a dumb boytoy yourself, completely subservient to my will. You’re wondering what it’s like to be an inanimate object in my house, trapped forever in perpetual stoned bliss like Davide here. Don’t worry, you won’t be wondering much longer.”