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The beginning of something larger: a door opens on a scattered man—a man of questionable moral hopes.
He loves with your perversions. He fucks your daughters. They enjoy it. They come back for more.
He is slumped on his desk chair. Can you see him? He is crouched on books of ancient verse. He looks like a stone demon. His eyes are dark and cold.
He is whispering his worship with hymns of lepers and outcasts and spiritual whores. They are his people.
He feels peaceful. His eyes focus on the syntax, the ancient codified meanings. The incantations make his cock hard. He’s ready. He’s ready to please you. Tie him to the bed. He’s yours.
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