big pincers I feel your pain. some creep did the same thing to me, but also bought me shit and secretly poured sand in my car's oil pan to make me more dependent on him. it stopped when he sent me to a friend for hypnosis to help w my depression. the friend looked like santa claus and tried to hypnotize me into becoming a slave in their domination community (which I didn't know about until then). one of his suggestions was that every time I smoked a cigarette, I would crave The Voice of the Master more and more.
sometimes when I am smoking late at night, I fear that something may be fucked up in my brain. (just kidding, hypnosis is bullshit)