dtka66
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They once called her “Goddess,” but now, she is a slave by her own doing.
On the surface, she was Lady Xana, professional dominatrix and purveyor of all things perverted. She tantalized her clients, fulfilling their darkest fantasies time, only to turn on them: surreptitiously recording their sessions, she would blackmail them with the evidence, draining their bank accounts with threats of exposing their high-priced escapades to their wives and children. They gave in to her demands, as they always did, but in the end, it would be karma that would catch up with her sins. They presume she had been dead for three days by the time housekeeping found her, having slipped in the marble bathtub of her beachfront property, without a soul in this world caring enough to check on her.
It was then she found herself in the depths of Hell, awaiting her eternal torments to commence. She felt herself resilient enough to endure whatever she may face, even deserving the title of Queen of the Damned, her knowledge of tortures knowing no bounds. Little did she know they would punish her arrogance with that most unspeakable of torments: tickling. Stripped of her leather armor, her writhing flesh is ravaged endlessly by an armada of merciless skeletons, rendering her a pitiful heap of shrieks and cackles without repose. She can only plead into the void to no avail, trapped in a perpetual cycle of laughter-induced suffering at the hands of those so merciless as she once was.
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