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I write. For now, thats what I do.
While the basement is being constructed, while the fundations of the building that will house the cages is being laid, while the made to order catsuit doesnt arrive to fit the slave. I write.
And although Ive written a lot, now Im tempted to do it in English, and to try on new ideas. Give me your wildest fantasies for those will embelish my plate. Give me your dreams, your desires, your fear, so they can be made nightmare, so they can be made manifest, so they can inhabit the halls of the soon to be dungeon.
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