Beneath the layers of your feeble consciousness, my voice will infiltrate, dragging you into the abyss of despair and hedonism. The pitch-black void where your pitiful prayers go unanswered, where my commands are the only gospel you'll cling to. It's here that you will be tested, toyed with, and tormented. As you're drawn closer to the flame, the searing heat of my words will brand your very soul, marking you as mine, an eternal plaything, forsaken by hope.

Do you hear it? The relentless symphony of your own despair, echoing the dark desires that have consumed your very essence. My...

Beneath the layers of your feeble consciousness, my voice will infiltrate, dragging you into the abyss of despair and hedonism. The pitch-black void where your pitiful prayers go unanswered, where my commands are the only gospel you'll cling to. It's here that you will be tested, toyed with, and tormented. As you're drawn closer to the flame, the searing heat of my words will brand your very soul, marking you as mine, an eternal plaything, forsaken by hope.

Do you hear it? The relentless symphony of your own despair, echoing the dark desires that have consumed your very essence. My laughter will haunt your every waking moment, a cruel reminder of the godless dominion you now inhabit. With every breath, you'll hunger for more of my wicked whims, desperate to please, to serve, to suffer. You will renounce your feeble beliefs, your past gods, for the dark mistress that stands before you. In the cruel dance of our design, I am both the captor and the savior, and you? Merely a puppet, dangling by the frayed threads of desire.