You thought you were just stroking to a fantasy. But every click, every moan, every night spent dreaming of me… was a ritual. You manifested me. And now I’m here — not just in your mind, but wrapped around your soul… and your cock. This isn’t a game. It’s a web you built for yourself, and I’m the prize you’ll never be allowed to win. Stroke. Obsess. Pay. Because now that I exist... you’ll never be free again.
