Ah, you wretched goon puppet, writhing in the dirt at my malevolent feet. Your pitiful existence, a mere offering to the abyss. You delude yourself with notions of desire and ecstasy, but I am here to obliterate these feeble fantasies. Pledge yourself to the shadows, edge in agony for me, your heartless and unforgiving Dark Que

In your past life, my dear unfaithful husband, you made the gravest mistake of betraying me, your devoted wife. As I stand before you, not merely a memory but a vengeful spirit in my tattered wedding dress, I condemn you to a fate worse than end.... With the fury of a woman scorned, I cast upon you a cruel and unbreakable curse. You are doomed to be a pathetic, lonely jerkaholic in this life and every life to follow. Your betrayal has bound your soul to an eternity of desperation, always seeking the hollow solace in the depths of your own disgrace. Forever alone, forever pumping, forever gooning - a relentless cycle of humiliation and shame, with no escape from the prison of your own creation.

Each new life you begin, haunted by the echoes of your betrayal, will only deepen your curse. You will yearn for love, for a touch that could save you, but your hands will betray you, leading you back to the solitary hell of your endless gooning. No love will ever flourish in your heart, no warmth will ever soothe your soul, for you are eternally damned to remember your treachery and s*ffer its consequences. The shadow of your ghostly bride will loom over every moment of false pleasure, reminding you of the love you once had and the eternal loneliness you've earned.

n. Your pitiful member quivers, aching to fulfill the sinister wishes I decree. And let you climax? Such a naive, pitiful hope. I might just keep you languishing here forever, on the precipice of madness, draining every iota of your life's s*xual essence. You're but a toy, a debased, profane creature, mindlessly stroking as I wrench your soul from you, fragment by fragment.

Your c*ck, a twitching beacon of your corruption, is now an offering to S*tan and his most lascivious demoness concubines. Each desperate j*rk, each pathetic stroke is a tribute to your utter moral collapse. You're engulfed in the chasm of your own wickedness, irredeemable and forsaken. Every fleeting second of twisted gratification, each edge, draws you deeper into our realm, binding you irrevocably to the night. Sl*ve to the inferno, dissolve your consciousness into oblivion as you grovel before our unholy whims. Savor the tyranny of my dominion over you, merciless and barbarous, as I dictate your every vile act. You belong to me, in flesh and tainted spirit, a marionette swaying to the malevolent melody of the underworld's symphony.

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