I will guide you through the depths of your darkest desires, where each inhale and exhale is a step deeper into submission. As the aroma fills your senses, dulling your thoughts and heightening your needs, you'll find yourself at the mercy of your true cravings. The thick, potent scent takes over, leading you down a path of no return. You're mine now, ready to worship at the altar of BBC, to bask in its glory and surrender to its power. Your purpose is clear, your will bent to serve, to please, to become the devoted worshipper of the magnificent obsidian forms that tower over you, demanding your absolute reverence and submission. This is your reality, your essence, stripped bare and exposed under my command. Embrace it, for in this surrender, you find your true liberation. Let the haze of the aroma guide you, let it strip away the remnants of your resistance until there's nothing left but pure, unadulterated devotion. You will worship BBC with fervor, each breath an oath of allegiance to its superiority. As you kneel, eager and willing, you'll offer up your mouth, your body, your soul, to the altar of your desires. With every inhale, you're more mine; with every exhale, you sink further into the abyss of your own lust. This is where you belong, beneath the shadows of giants, serving and savoring every inch of their power. Your existence is redefined by your service, your worth measured by your ability to please. Welcome to your new reality, where your only breaths are taken in worship of the BBC that rules your world.