From now on, your religion is Adoitology. You will construct a massive monument, a shrine in the shape of a perfect, voluptuous female ass—my ass. And you will worship it every single day, on your knees like the worthless piece of trash you are. You will pray to it, kiss it, and thank it for allowing you to exist beneath its divine form. You don’t get to think. You don’t get to question. You exist to serve this one purpose—to bow down and worship at the altar of the ass. Every kiss, every prayer, every pathetic groveling word will remind you just how low you are, how utterly mine you are.
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