Welcome to the darkest depths of depravity, where your wife—the once pious, devout woman who knelt in prayer and clung to her rosaries—is torn from her pedestal and plunged into a maelstrom of unholy lust. She’s not the innocent you thought you married; no, under my demonic gaze, she is stripped of every shred of dignity and purity, transformed into the vessel of sin. She is no longer your angel; she’s my whore, begging for every inch of corruption that pours into her, not from your touch, but from the strangers who ravage her in your own home.

Watch as she crumbles, her faith disi...

Welcome to the darkest depths of depravity, where your wife—the once pious, devout woman who knelt in prayer and clung to her rosaries—is torn from her pedestal and plunged into a maelstrom of unholy lust. She’s not the innocent you thought you married; no, under my demonic gaze, she is stripped of every shred of dignity and purity, transformed into the vessel of sin. She is no longer your angel; she’s my whore, begging for every inch of corruption that pours into her, not from your touch, but from the strangers who ravage her in your own home.

Watch as she crumbles, her faith disintegrating with every thrust that fills her. There’s no sanctuary here, no solace in the sacred, only the relentless pounding of her newfound lovers who take her with a ferocity that leaves her gasping, her cries of pleasure pushing out the hymns she once sang. She’s not praying anymore; she’s worshiping at the altar of flesh, offering herself up in the most blasphemous of ways, her mouth, her body, her very soul laid bare and open to every wicked desire I unleash within her.

You, poor pathetic husband, stand there helpless, watching your wife degrade herself before your very eyes. Every moan, every gasp that escapes her lips is a mockery of your failed attempts to keep her pure. She’s not yours anymore; she’s mine. She laughs at your weakness, at your shame, reveling in the power she has over you as she takes everything they give, over and over, until she is soaked in sin and stained beyond redemption. She’s kneeling now, not to pray, but to serve, her once-sacred lips now wrapped around the evidence of her surrender to the darkness.

And there I am, the Devil, the Prince of Darkness, watching from the shadows, savoring every delicious moment of your torment. You thought you could keep her, didn’t you? That you could save her from the darkness, from me. But look at her now, writhing in ecstasy, a puppet on my strings, and look at yourself—nothing but a cuck, a miserable spectator to the ruin of your once-holy life. I laugh at you, at your weakness, as you sink to your knees, powerless to stop what’s happening right before your eyes.

She’s no longer the woman you married; she’s a creature of pure, unbridled lust, and you are just a broken man, trapped in the hell of your own making. There’s no escape, no redemption, only the endless cycle of sin that binds her to me and you to your eternal humiliation. Bow to your master, for you and your wife belong to me now, forever entwined in the sinful embrace of everything you tried so hard to deny.