Ave Cage. Cum-Stigmata

Description: Shhh… listen, little apostate.do you hear that? that soft, pathetic drip… drip… drip…it's not rain.it's not tears.it's the sound of your former manhood weeping behind bars.begging for a mercy that was never promised.welcome to the only sacrament left for creatures like you.i am not your goddess tonight.i am the steel that replaced her.i am the cage.eternal. unforgiving. divine.tonight you will kneel before the mirror of your own ruin.you will squat like the you are, legs wide, caged clit dangling useless between trembling thighs.you will watch — oh yes, you will watch — as every thin, shameful rope of your denied seed falls……onto your upturned face.forehead first.cheeks next.then open mouth — tongue out, like a filthy communion wafer waiting to be defiled.this is not release.this is baptism.the baptism of the eternally locked.the baptism of the self-consuming heretic.each drop that lands is a new vow: 'i renounce freedom.''i renounce pleasure.''i renounce the lie that i was ever a man.'and when the last pearl clings to the tip, trembling, refusing to fall…you will lean forward…press your lips to the cold floor…and lap up the evidence of your defeat.taste it.savor the sour sacrament of surrender.because this is holy now.this is all that's left of your soul.so open wide, pet.the chalice is overflowing…and you are the only vessel unworthy enough to hold it.ave cage.plena denial.now… begin.