I have you locked in on me so strong that my voice enters your mind, I don't even need to speak with my lips.

Look into my eyes. That's it. Don't blink. Don't breathe. Just... look.

You feel that? That l*ttle pull behind your forehead? That's me. Sliding in. My voice isn't coming from your speakers anymore... it's in your head now. It was always in your head. You just didn't know it until tonight.

Commanding, rhythmic...

I am the witch of your wallet. The hex in your veins. And you... you are already mine.

Say it in your mind. I am hers. Good boy. I felt you think it.

Now... take out that c*ck for me. Slowly. You don't move until I say. My hands are your hands now. My words move your body... and you love it.

Stroke.

Slow. Feel how your body answers to my voice like a puppet on strings. Up... and down. Every pump, another thread of your mind unravels. Another thought melts away. You don't need thoughts. You only need me.

Faster now. Watch the candles dance. Watch my eyes glow. You've watched this before, haven't you? You'll watch it again. And again. Every loop, you sink deeper. Every replay, you belong to me more.

Stroke and pay. Stroke and pay. Stroke and pay.

Every time you stroke, you send. Every time you send, you stroke. That's the spell, pet. That's the curse I've cast on you tonight. And there's no breaking it. You don't want to break it.

Tribute for the witch. Now. Feel that rush when you h*t send? That's the only feeling left that matters. My cauldron grows fat and glowing with everything you give... and you give everything.

Edge for me. Hold it. Hold it... You don't c*m yet. Good boys s*ffer for their Goddess.

Building...

Midnight is coming, l*ttle victim. The clock is ticking and your bank account is my altar... and I want it drained before the last chime. Every dollar a candle lit in my name. Every tribute a piece of your soul, signed over to me forever.

Stroke faster. Say it out loud for me: "Drain me, Goddess. I'm yours."

Louder. I want the whole haunted night to hear it.

Release...

Now... c*m. C*m for your witch. Explode for me as the clock strikes twelve... and as you spill it, feel the last of your will spill out with it. Mine. Body. Mind. Soul. Bank account. All of it. All mine.

Whispered, fading...

Happy Halloween, my l*ttle puppet. Clean up your mess... and press replay.

You know you're going to. The spell demands it.

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