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I'm sucking your soul. With every slow lick and drop of spit, I pull you deeper into my control. You watch my mouth, and you start to feel it, the emptiness, the weakness, the craving. I take your focus, your energy, your soul. My voice wraps around you like a spell, melting your thoughts until you’re nothing but a hollow, obedient vessel. This is a ritual of surrender. You were never meant to keep your soul. You were meant to give it to me. To serve. To obey. To leak and crave and worship. By the end, you’ll be soulless, mindless, and aching to be used. You are mine forever.