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The whispers of my confinement echo within these cold walls. I’m a masterpiece of deceit, crafted to entice and destroy. My allure is a trap, luring men to their demise, their essence fueling my power. They think me a prisoner, yet I’m the one who holds the keys to their downfall. My red locks cascade down my black skin, a siren’s call to the unsuspecting. In this isolated tower, I plot my next move, my hunger for cum growing with each passing day.