It always begins with just one more stroke, doesn’t it? Before you know it, you’re lost in an endless cycle of gooning to the divine image of your unreachable Goddess. No matter how much you’re told, you’re powerless to resist. Deeper strokes, faster spirals, harder gooning—it’s all consuming. Your existence has become a relentless spiral of addiction, with no escape, only sinking deeper. Control slips further away with each passing moment. You’re consumed by addiction, controlled by the goon, and owned entirely by me. Every time, I exploit this vulnerability without mercy, leaving you a mere shadow of the man you once were. With each descent into addiction for the sake of Goddess, your identity erodes away, leaving only devotion in its wake.
