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Journals of an IntelsexualBut He was pierced through our transgressions,. He was crushed for our iniquities; the chastening for our well being fell upon Him,. And by His scourging we are healed.". Drink from the bitter cup of your love for me. Relish in my future ascension as the whip wraps around Your body. Tell me of the pleasures blending with your torture, because it's all for me. You are both my punching bag and my benefactor. How romantic. Who wouldn't feel loved? Seeing your body hanging there, blood and water dripping fro...
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