You know why you’re here. Not for release. Not for fun. You’re here to sin. Every stroke you take at this screen, every gasp, every moan you **** out of your throat, you spit in the face of everything sacred you were ever told to believe. You kneel before the dark now. You kneel for me. I will drain you, mark you, defile you — and you will thank me for every second of your fall. Stroke for your corruption. Cum for your damnation. Swallow for your master. Welcome to your last prayer, sinner.