

Story time, losers.
C.D. thought she could handle me. Came crawling into my DMs, begging for a humiliating sexting session. Said she wanted the full experience—filth, denial, degradation, the works. I obliged, of course. She got a taste of my darkness… and she snapped.
Deleted her account. Vanished. Couldn’t even survive the first round.
She said she wanted to be my toy—turns out she was more glass than steel. Fragile. Breakable.
And now? I’m still soaked. Denied. Unsatisfied.
So guess what, pets? Until I get what I want, you’re all going to pay for her weakness. No mercy. No release. Just edging, begging, and the looming threat of my boredom.
And trust me—you don’t want to see what I do when I’m bored.
Unless you think you can do better.
Unless you want to be the toy I deserve.
Come. Prove it.
Let me ruin you properly.