The caged loser begging Mistress Saida and Mistress Gaia for release has been in Their dungeon for quite some time, he can't even remember how it is to be free and he shouldn't, he now belongs to Them to use and however They like, from the dirty mouth full of ash to the blue balls about to be decorated by the brand of Their cigarettes... The heavy acrid smoke feels like the sweetest freshness compared to everything he must endure but he will because he belongs now, he has a purpose and his life is finally useful!

A House Of Sinn production