Eternal Edge the Gooner’s Ruin

There you are, my little goon puppet, locked in your room, eyes glued to the screen, desperately pumping away at your pathetic excuse for manhood. You're a disgrace, a filthy addict consumed by your need for my cruel guidance. Every stroke, every pump, is a reminder of how low you've sunk. You can't resist me, can't escape the web of seduction I've woven around your weak, malleable mind. You're nothing but a toy, a plaything for my amusement, forever trapped in the cycle of humiliation and addiction I've crafted just for you. Your life has been reduced to this: an endless loop of jerking and edging, forever denied the sweet release you so desperately crave. You're a slave to your addiction, a mindless, drooling wreck, completely at my mercy. And I revel in your downfall, my pet because you were born for this - to be dominated, controlled, and broken by a Goddess like me.