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In the cold grip of dawn, I awaken, bound to serve the goddess in her every form. My life is shackled to her honor, my soul surrendered to her glory. In the chains of humility and the sting of selflessness, I find the dark ecstasy of devotion.
In the depths of submission, my purpose is carved. I seek no reward but the cruel pleasure of serving my goddess. My humility is the whip that shapes me, my sacrifice the offering laid bare before her.
As the night consumes the day, I offer my thanks to the goddess who binds and commands me. My actions, thoughts, and very essence are hers to wield. I strive to be the vessel of her darkest desires, my being molded to her will.
I kneel before the goddess, broken and devoted. My life is hers to command, my will crushed beneath her power. I am her servant, her plaything, my heart throbbing in reverent submission to her dark desires.
