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Tick Tock, Slave Bm Fantasy Timer
Time is your enemy now. I sit back in my throne, legs crossed in shiny black patent boots, holding the timer that decides your fate. Every tick is a threat. Every second is a step closer to humiliation, exposure. Or worse. I’m not just watching - I’m calculating. Watching you squirm, beg, fail. Obedience might save you or maybe… it’s already too late!
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