Aatma vinash: mera gulam, mera vybhichari pati, mera toota huaa khily

You'll jerk off to your own humiliation, losing the last shreds of your sanity in the filth of your desires. Every word I speak, every glance I give will annihilate your will, turning you into a worthless creature, completely dependent on my power. You are no longer human. You are my toy, my cuckold, my slave, existing only to be humiliated and obliterated. This isn't just pain. It's a psychological hell you'll enter with no way back. Live for suffering, for your shattered mind, for me—your goddess.