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Anibet: He offered me salvation with the touch of his hand… or so I thought. Salvation comes at a price – my body and my mind. He means to break my spirit while she desecrates my body.
The Preacher: She is perfect to take the place of our last pet. So ripe for the picking – needy – sad. She deserves this, they all do.
The Preacher's wife: He brought me home a new toy. Sullying her will be my pleasure. Breaking her – that is all him. He enjoys the challenge of seeing the fight leave their eyes.
How far would you go to survive when your captor is intent on bringing you to his own personal Hell? Would you fight or give in and be truly Forsaken?

I am Chaos, and he is my King,
He twists the knife simply to hear my screams.

His darkness is raw and brutal at best,
My love for him is unwavering, like the beating muscle in my chest.

My death is inevitable, it is part of the grand scheme,
Feeding my soul to his depravity, it’s a never ending orgasmic dream.

'More' I cry as he withdraws his touch,
He chuckles and walks away leaving me to bleed out, alone still needing so much.

'You are not worthy' He whispers across the room,
The slamming of the door solidifies my knowledge, I will forever be locked in this torturous doom.

Love him I still do, and hate him in equal parts,
As the sounds of my screaming echoes the walls in this dungeon where he broke my heart.

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