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Your Withdrawal Is My Pleasure
I hold your life in my hands. just one small bottle — and you turn into a trembling slave, ready to do anything for a single drop. you stare at it like it’s sacred, yet you know it will always remain closed. i let you feel the thirst, but i never let you quench it. that very torment is what makes you mine.you think of release, but instead of orgasm you get only emptiness. your cum is not pleasure anymore, but poison — a dose that i measure out for you. but there will be no dose. i will leave you rotting in eternal withdrawal, on your knees, with eyes full of hope that shatters again and again against my “no.”you are not a man. you are addiction in human form. your body is a vessel, your brain a laboratory, and i am your only dealer. and every moment near me turns you into something even more pathetic, even more addicted, even more obedient.
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