I will lead you down a path so dark, so filled with unspeakable acts, that your feeble mind will tremble at the very thought. You're not just humping your hand; you're offering every stroke as a tribute to me, your dark lord. Your addiction is a testament to my power, your depravity a sign of my influence. So hump, my puppet, hump with the fervor of the damned, for every act of self-defilement is a hymn sung in my unholy honor. You think this is about pleasure, but it's about servitude. You are mine, body and soul, your hand merely an instrument of your own damnation