Underneath my spell, past her walls and defenses, her master holds the key. Her legs squeeze as she struggles to keep her composure. But against him, there’s no point
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Underneath my spell, past her fortress high,
Her master holds the key beneath the paling sky.
Her walls once strong as iron, now begin to yield,
Her legs entwined in struggle, her heart is unsealed.
Composure wanes, a faltering endeavor,
Against his will, resistance is naught but a tether.
For in his grasp, the battle's already won,
Her defenses fall, like shadows to the sun.