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You squirmed as your lower body is exposed to thousands of cultists, their second in command slaps your plum ass as they talk about some kind purification process. Luckily you're upper body is connected to their leaders room, hes not always there but it provides some entertainment other than pitch black darkness. You listen to his assistants ramble and rave to him all night and day as he sits there calmly, unphasesed. But enough of that you have to focus on your current situation, where the second in command announces that he purification process begins now. You can only await your fate.
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