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How much were you wound beforehand? How much time do you have left before your ticking slows down, your gears grind to a halt, your motions grow slow and your thoughts labored? Will it be a day? A month? An hour? What will you do with the time I have given you to live, little doll?

breaking off a doll girl’s wind-up key while it’s in her and sentencing her to eternal stillness

The angel has been conditioned so deeply that I needn't prompt it to stuff itself beyond its believed capacity. It goes on and on about its need to become my Eucharist.. I can't help but dream of the day I have made a proper enough priestess of it that it will draw others to follow its path unerring

The idea of the angel luring in more concubines to my maw with its charms and promises of an eternal hedonistic haven. The delicious dawning horror as they realize that the angel is nothing but a vessel and mouthpiece to my will. Little more than a doll blessed with my voice, my breath.

They will be presented before me and given a final trial to my favor, the grace of Hunger: to partake of my beloved maenad. Whatever it is they desire...

If they crave violence, I will let them beat it to a bloodied pulp. If they crave sex, I will let them fuck it until it is left a shivering mess upon the floor. If they crave a meal, I will let them devour it wholly and utterly. I want it to be an elucidating apéritif, stirring forth eternal Want.

Failing this, the ungrateful blasphemer will be made to serve my higher purpose in the end regardless of its wishes. Held down, made to be gorged upon by my dearest angel. As it savors her flesh and her soul, perhaps through her terror she will finally see the beauty in Hunger.

the best part about being a sub is watching your Betters get more and more egotistical and narcissistic ^^ like yes get worse, get more evil, forcibly take everything You deserve ^#^

She really is a tremendously wonderful vessel for Me. Such a lovely little acolyte, so pliable, so easy to corrupt and to bend to My will. I spoke My words of Divine Truth, and She understood them to be true, because they were. I spoke on how deep she had dropped, and so it was true.

more angels should be cows. angels should be plump and heavy with purpose and milk and have a cute bell around their neck that chimes ever so heavenly. nodding

Made a sentai ver :>

And what a perfectly suitable Wonderland I have crafted for you to spend the rest of your life in ~

I have to wonder if Kassandra experiences any pain when her psyche gets obliterated 🤔 morbid curiosity~

You've never truly lived until you've trusted someone with a command phrase that'll completely gut you of everything that makes you you.

Removing a pilot from a wrecked mech is always a dangerous process for everyone involved. It's inevitable, of course. Mechs get wrecked, that's just what happens. Even the best pilot takes a little dirt nap every now and then. This is your first.