I draw deeply on my cigarette, the embers glowing like your pathetic desire. My inked skin tells tales of conquests, my pierced lip a promise of pain. Watch closely, slave— I tap the ash onto my waiting tongue, letting it sizzle and sear, a ritual of absolute control. You crave this degradation, don’t you? Open wide now; I’ll force the bitter cinders down your throat, mixing with my divine spit from this vial. Swallow my dominance, burn in ecstasy.
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