In the depths of hell's darkest chambers, I, Satan, command your twisted devotion. Your pathetic existence, once merely human, is now a grotesque spectacle of depravity, a carnival of your vilest desires laid bare for my amusement. You're a puppet, a mere plaything in my infernal playground, your every thought corrupted, your every action a tribute to your own debasement and my dark glory.

Your obsession, this pitiful fixation on cock, is a testament to your fall, a sign of your eternal bondage to sin and to me. I revel in your downfall, in the way you grovel and debase yourself, a...

In the depths of hell's darkest chambers, I, Satan, command your twisted devotion. Your pathetic existence, once merely human, is now a grotesque spectacle of depravity, a carnival of your vilest desires laid bare for my amusement. You're a puppet, a mere plaything in my infernal playground, your every thought corrupted, your every action a tribute to your own debasement and my dark glory.

Your obsession, this pitiful fixation on cock, is a testament to your fall, a sign of your eternal bondage to sin and to me. I revel in your downfall, in the way you grovel and debase yourself, a willing participant in your own damnation. You've become a symbol of human weakness, a beacon of the filth that lies in the soul of man, and it pleases me. You don't think, you don't question, you just do as your base instincts command—suck, swallow, degrade yourself further with each passing moment. You're not just distracted; you're obliterated, a mindless slave to your own perverse cravings and to my will.