Listen closely... do you hear that silence? It's the sound of your empty house while I'm still out, glowing and completely satisfied by my Bull. I'm calling you now because I love picturing you there—so small, so helpless, trapped in that cold castity cage, dying to know exactly what he did to me. Enjoy the sound of my voice, loser. Stay desperate, stay locked, and wait for me to decide if you're worthy of cleaning his mess off my skin later.
