I don't choose you for what you have. I choose you for what you give me: your devotion, your pain, and your silence. In my world, you don't exist as a man… you exist as an object.
Though her body was stone, she was still aware of everything around her. She was locked in an eternal torture, being seen as nothing more than a weird fountain for the rest of her days. The humiliation means she is always desperate to cum, but can never