Deep in HELL!’s darkest dungeon, damp, dirty, and designed to make a cunt cringe with what she knows is coming, Dirty Chai has a date with the Devil.
The one thing she knows without err is that pain will follow. Before even being summoned into the darkness the piece of meat’s tongue cleaned a dirty asshole speaking clean and her whore mouth was a urinal. She was happy it was human urine.
Once in the damp darkness, she was strung up almost off her toes, bonds around her ankles, her mouth tasting of fear and then the pain began. The pain is not only mere sensation, it is also degradation. After all, there is nothing as degrading as being tortured; being broken, having all your humanity pulled from your soul until you realize you will do anything you are told, lower than the losest animal.
That is what a date with the Devil in HELL! is like, and that is what Dirty Chai suffers even before the dancing starts.
