Terror seeps into my veins like volcanic ash burrows into the ground.
The belt adorns a carmine red as I look up in horror
“UwU,” I say, “Beat me father figure, for I know all eons of scriptures and delicates.”
The belt lashes down upon my back, a crack thick in the space of sound.
“🥵🥵🥵” I yell as I cum and shit and piss my pants and projectile vomit onto the cat like Shane Dawson