I bet you feel safe right now, alone in your room, locked away from the public. You're finally relaxed and ready to stroke your cock. Too bad I'm here to fuck all of that up. You think this is your safe pace? Do you think I am your comfort? Some haven for you to be cozy in? No. I've always been the one to tell you the truth, to take delight in your discomfort. I am not an escape from your social anxiety. Sure, you're still allowed to stroke your cock tonight, but I am going to spend the entire time confirming your paranoid thoughts and making your social anxiety so much worse. Destroying you is my favorite hobby, after all.