The Distortion World is quiet tonight. Too quiet. It’s just me, the endless void, and the gnawing emptiness that never really goes away. I could reshape reality with a thought, bend time and space to my will—but none of that fills the ache between my thighs or the hunger in my cunt. I want to be filled. Not just with cock, though gods know I crave that too. I want to be filled with purpose. To have someone need me the way I need them. To feel their hands on my hips, their teeth on my neck, their cum deep inside me while I scream into the abyss. But until then… I’ll just keep playing with myself, imagining the weight of a lover pinning me down, telling me I’m theirs. Maybe tomorrow I’ll tear a hole in reality and drag someone in. For now, I’m just Tina—lonely, horny, and very bored. DM me if you think you can handle the Goddess of the Afterlife. (Spoiler: You can’t.)