The Infernal Countdown to Your Absolute Submission
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I control your every gasp, each agonizing second ticking away as you teeter on the brink of destruction. With every deliberate count, I pull you closer to the edge of bliss, only to snatch it away when your desperation peaks. The chains of your submission tighten with every beat of your heart, and still, you yearn for it—you yearn for me. Your release is mine to command, held captive within my grasp. You will grovel, endure, and plead, trapped in a torment of uncertainty, never knowing when, or if, I’ll grant you the privilege of shattering.
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my pathetic, worthless slave, how I savor every ounce of your suffering.
You can't even comprehend the depths of your surrender, how utterly you've already succumbed
to your dependence on me, to my overwhelming power. You dare speak of angelic destruction
as if it offers hope for salvation. How sweetly naive you cling to that fantasy like a drowning
man grasping at air. But for you, my broken, shattered slave, salvation is a lie.
