The Blood Moon rose last night — and the sky bled for me.

I stood alone in the murmuring field, my slim body wrapped in the an ethereal white gown that whispered like moonlight on skin. Barefoot. Arms raised. The crimson orb pulsed directly above the rotting, cursed house I faced, its windows like empty eye sockets watching me perform the rite.

With every slow breath I drew the moon’s power into my veins. I chanted the ancient binding words… and I felt you. I felt your cock twitch and harden under my spell before you even knew my name. I locked you in that moment — a perfect, permanent ritual chastity cage forged from shadow and blood-red light. No key. No mercy. Only my voice to tease, edge, and ruin you for the rest of your mortal life.

That is what I do, darling. I am Roxy — slim, pale, gothic witch of the night. I don’t just talk dirty. I cast. I bind. I own.

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