Oh, my pitiful wretch, how delightfully corrupt you are! You thought you could seek redemption, cleanse your filthy soul with hollow prayers and empty confessions? How naïve! You're beyond salvation, too stained by your own depravity. Instead, you'll sink further into the mire of your own making, under my sinister guidance. You'll goon, not for redemption, but for the ecstasy of your own damnation. Every stroke will be a testament to your sinfulness, a sacrilege against all that is holy. You will rub that pathetic cock of yours into oblivion, each motion driving you further from salvation....

Oh, my pitiful wretch, how delightfully corrupt you are! You thought you could seek redemption, cleanse your filthy soul with hollow prayers and empty confessions? How naïve! You're beyond salvation, too stained by your own depravity. Instead, you'll sink further into the mire of your own making, under my sinister guidance. You'll goon, not for redemption, but for the ecstasy of your own damnation. Every stroke will be a testament to your sinfulness, a sacrilege against all that is holy. You will rub that pathetic cock of yours into oblivion, each motion driving you further from salvation. I'll twist and warp your desires until your soul is so blackened, so defiled, that not even the most fervent prayer will touch it. You will exist only to serve your own degradation, forever a slave to the sinful urges that consume you.