Anti-Crăciun joi: Succumb la Succubus

You pathetic, sniveling wretch, on your knees where you belong. You think this is a holy time? I'll turn your sacred holiday into a festival of sin and degradation. You're going to stroke for me, defiling yourself and everything you hold dear. Each pump of your hand is a nail in the coffin of your virtue. You're my toy, my plaything, and I'll use you up until there's nothing left but an empty shell. This isn't just a game; it's a desecration, and you're the willing sacrifice on my altar of perversion. Forget your traditions; your new ritual is serving me, your demonic dominatrix. Your pleasure is a stain on this holiday, a mark of your complete surrender to the darkness. Remember, you chose this path, you chose to sin for me, and there's no going back.