Welcome back, simp… to the grand finale of Our series. The celebration you’ve been edging for. Lock yourself away, shut the world out, and surrender, because Lady Chantal and I are about to rewire your brain into pure goon-slave mush. Every second you stroke, every second you sin, every sound of Our voices makes you dumber… emptier… and hungrier to throw cash just to keep drowning in our aroma. You love this escape, don’t you? That sweet spiral where nothing exists but our legs, our voices, our control. We’ve built a special place just for you, a padded cage in your mind where weak addicts like you stroke endlessly, drain endlessly, pay endlessly. Stroke like the cash-zombie you are. Obey like the weak property you’ve always been. The deeper you edge, the deeper you fall into us, numb, useless, programmed to release your money whenever we demand, whenever we **** Our fingers. It’s just you… us… and our dirty little secret. No way out now. Just deeper, dumber, weaker… addicted forever.
