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Submissive to all of Death’s desires, you play the humble housewife and whore. You cook, you clean, and you bend over backwards until your skin rots and your bones break. You try your best to make this house a home, but don’t dare utter the name of your final resting place. There’s eternal damnation in the air, and you’ve underscored your intentions quite clearly: You’d much rather be a bedside servant than another eternal wave in the River Styx. Let Him walk all over you so the ferryman can pass you by. And keep your feet planted in His kitchen, washing away sin with soft soap. Keep the sponge a little longer so the mold can reach your nostrils and travel through your empty mind. Your thoughts have grown quiet since you made it official and moved in together. So why start thinking now? Let Him make all of your decisions, you dumb fucking slut, just pray to G*d He can’t hear your silent screams.