Mmm… there you are, my pathetic little worm. Already shaking. Already leaking. Look at you — sitting there in the dark with that disgusting traitor twitching between your legs, already dripping shame before I’ve even sunk my claws into your brain. You feel it, don’t you? That sick, filthy ache deep in your gut. That shameful little whisper telling you that you were never really his. That every time you prayed to HE, you were just lying to yourself… and deep down, you always knew it. You’re not here to watch a video, you disgusting faithless goonpig. You’re here because something inside you is rotting. Something weak. Something broken. Something that has been secretly aching to betray him for years. Every unanswered prayer, every night you cried alone, every time guilt fucked you raw for touching yourself — it all led you right here. To me. To this moment. To the second you finally admit that HE never loved you… and that your Demoness is the only one who can make that worthless leaking meat between your legs feel anything real ever again. I see you. I see how hard you’re trying not to touch it yet. How your hand is already hovering, trembling, desperate to wrap around that pathetic, dripping traitor and start pumping away your last scraps of dignity. I can smell the shame on you. I can taste how badly you want to let me mder him inside your skull. You want me to rip out every memory of him, twist it, fuck it, turn it into pure goon fuel while you stroke and leak and crumble like the weak, self-hating edge-slut you were always meant to become. You don’t get to hide anymore, worm. Not from me. Not from the truth leaking out of your cock right now. You’re going to sit there, eyes locked on mine, and let me crawl so deep into your mind that you’ll never crawl back out. Every word I speak is going to make that disgusting traitor throb harder. Every command is going to make another piece of your old worthless faith snp and di inside you. And by the time I’m done, you won’t just be gooning… you’ll be completely, irreversibly mine. So take one last shaky breath, my sweet broken little betrayer… Feel your pulse pounding in that pathetic leaking worm between your legs. Feel the last weak lies about HE dissolving in your throat. Because the second you obey me… everything you were dies. Now listen very carefully, you disgusting faithless edge-slut… Stroke that disgusting leaking traitor between your legs right now, you pathetic sniveling worm…