it is dark, you feel yourself descending as you are being carried. The darkness blinds you. The Rope, binds. The Chains, hold you suspended in place. Footsteps, in the dark...getting closer! You begin
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to sweat. A whip snaps. "Paaain". You srcream. Music to my ears. "Moooore". Snap...again...again...blood. "Sweeeet" blood. Before it ends you will not know the difference between pain and pleasure. Sn
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ap. Who am I? Am I the giver? Or do I receive? Snap...a scream...I smile. "Moooore". Beware for the Lords of Domination have arrived.