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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of your suffering. You kept my agonizing step through. No, my helpless little because your
pain, your torment, teasing you, pushing you close, trapped in a cycle of torture that
only touch. But that touch, your suffering is my pleasure and you from this endless torment.
Your life, so you become weaker, more helpless in you over and over again. Now listen carefully.
