Imagine the internal dialogue of a used-up onahole being thrown away. All through her months, years of constant usage she's maintained desperately that she's a person.
>"How dare you do this to me? I'm a person! I have human rights! Listen to me!"
>"When I get turned back, I'll make you regret ever doing this to me! No one deserves to be treated like this!"
>"Oh god, please don't use me again. It's too fucking intense. You stole my life from me for your disturbing fetishes! You're an animal!"
>"Please listen to me. I'm a person. I have a name, and a voice! I'm not just a toy for you to use and discard! Please, please let me go. I don't want my existence to amount to a sex toy."
>"Someone must be out there looking for me. They'll come and save me, and then you'll really regret it!"

She does an admirable job maintaining her own humanity, even though she's the only one who can hear it.