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Poor, pathetic Kent is back for more. His beta brain craves the abuse only I can provide. This time, we’re mixing drinks with snow, a cocktail designed to obliterate his resistance. Watch as I force the glass to his lips, commanding him to drink until he’s dizzy and disoriented. Then, the snow hits his system, melting away the last shreds of his ego. He’ll sniffle and shudder, a whimpering mess at my feet, accepting his role as my worthless, intoxicated toy. This is his purpose. This is his fate. To be used, abused, and left craving more. 👑💎
