The Web Of Agony

I prefer if it's for longer, personally.

Longevity and all.

I feel like I played with you last, it was right then that I could tell.

I was scheming out my work.

I love swatting seconds, you know.

Any door comes going out?

Yes, mistress.

Smells like it.

You can't really see me.

I'm not wearing pants.

I decided that maybe it would just be nice

to have my delicate bits out.

But you can't see that yet.

What's your favorite number?

Seven.

Seven.

Mistress.

Seven and a half?

That wasn't so bad, right?

No misplaced.

You're out. Take that from me, don't drop it.

Seven.

Oh goodness, Meat Gully is a good name for you.

You're just silent and still.

Seven on that side.

I think the good spot is right there.

Two, three, four, five, six, seven.

You're going to look like hamburger by the time I'm done with you.

Two, three, four, five, six, seven.

So now we're up to three rotations of sevens.

Do you think we should do seven of seven?

If it pleases you, mistress, right?

Don't drop that ruler.

Four sevens.

Oh, it's getting warm, I like that.

Hmm.

Sounds like you're thinking with your hmms.

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