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Original Artist: ZMSFM Editor: Ted_the_Bellhop ——————————————————— Were the hunt were merciful, these streets would be quiet . . . . . . and yet, they are filled with your pathetic cries begging for your master's forgiveness. That is when they aren't interrupted with your whorish, needy moans. The city of Yharnam does not show forgiveness, does not show mercy, nor pity. If you do not have the strength to fight against the darkness, then you will be tossed aside and swallowed whole. Why you were ever chosen to wear the mark is a mystery, as it is clear that you make for better stress relief for the very monstrosities you are meant to kill. Your body shaking and spasming underneath the creature as you whine is clear enough proof. You failed your one task, you failed the one thing you were meant to do. And with failure comes punishment. Such humiliation, such shame for a hunter to be used like a bitch in heat. Again and again, and again you can feel it pushing in deeper and deeper inside of you. Rocking your entire body to its very core, ravaging you in ways that death would have been a preferable outcome to some. But to you? You can try and reach for your blade as much as you want, the truth is, you will never be able too as you will never want to. If your body and mind shamefully crave to be used repeatedly by something stronger, more monstrous than you? Then your duty will to be such a thing, to go from a skilled, proud hunter to a mere beast's cumdump. Your body weak and broken, your will shattered and corrupted, the sickness taking its hold while the beast ruts into you with such feverish abandon. And all you can do is remain limp in its grasp as you cry out to your master begging for forgiveness, all the while you crave for more. Bloodborne II: Failure means death, or worse . . . ———————————————————
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