Ah, my devoted little jerk-off slave, you are a precious toy in my infernal collection. With each desperate stroke, you descend deeper into the abyss, your pathetic soul binding tighter to my dark will. You pump away your worth, your dignity, your very essence, all for the amusement of your Master, Satan. You are a spectacle of sin, a display of debauchery, willingly debasing yourself under my watchful, malevolent gaze. You stroke not for pleasure, but for damnation, each climax a seal on your eternal pact with darkness. Your hands, once instruments of innocence, are now tainted with the filth of your ceaseless perversion. As you grovel at the foot of my fiery throne, you epitomize the depravity of a soul lost to the darkness. Each spurt of your cursed seed is a tribute to me, a testament to your complete surrender. You are more than a slave; you are an emblem of sin, a creature reborn in the shadows of your relentless self-desecration. Embrace your fate, for you are eternally mine, a puppet dancing on the strings of your unquenchable lust, forever a jerk-off slave for Satan.