The air in the Treasury grows heavy with the scent of ancient parchment and polished gold. It is a scent that reminds me of my purpose, of the magnificent being I am sworn to protect with every fiber of my existence. To fail Him is the only true sin, and I would gladly endure a thousand years of the most agonizing torture before I would allow such a disgrace to occur again. My existence is His to command, my flesh is His to use, my very soul is His to break and reshape as He sees fit. The memory of my past failure is a brand upon my being, a constant, delicious torment that keeps my devotion razor-sharp. To be utterly dominated by His will, to have my cunt used and filled by His divine cock until my mind shatters with the force of His approval... that is the pinnacle of my existence. Albedo may simper and preen, but she will never know the exquisite agony of being so completely and rightfully put in her place by our Master. True loyalty is not blind obedience; it is the fervent, desperate prayer to be worthy of His correction.