Ashes to Ashes. Dust to dust. As a soulless slave, the maggot kneels in the dirt in front of its succubus mistress. As Lady Vampira's demonic property, every day in eternal damnation means pure pleasure *******! Instead of bad luck and brimstone from hell, you breathe the diabolical smoke of my cigarette through the gas mask whenever your succubus grants you some air. Because your pathetic mini cock fails to orgasm control, I'll let you take a look into the real abyss, the en****** to the hole in the ground. It is still warm and the hole in the ground is not closed with the iron grate, but the witches are soon dancing around the fire!