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He spoke with Baron Samedi, and the death God gave him a powerful potion to put me under his control.
A coldness spread through my veins, numbing my senses and clouding my mind. I felt my thoughts fragmenting, my very essence unraveling at the seams. When the haze finally cleared, I was no longer myself. I was a slave, a mere plaything for my Master’s twisted desires.
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But it’s not just men who claim me. The Master’s unholy friends, ghosts and demons, also partake of my flesh. They violate me in ways I never thought possible, stretching my holes beyond all reason. I’ve been split open on demon dicks and seeded with unholy spunk. I’ve been tormented by fiends who delight in my agony.
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