Bound. Gagged. Filthy. And yet, they still can't break me. Every drop of cum they force down my throat, every mark they carve into my skin—it's just fuel for the fire. I remember every face, every touch, every pathetic attempt to degrade me. And when the time comes, I'll return it all tenfold. Until then, let them think they've won. Let them savor their temporary power. The bitch they tried to break will be the one holding the whip.