Carolina Confidential

I’m the plug. For every demon I ever tried to outrun. I quit running. Now I keep them fed.

They come to me hollow-eyed and hungry, mouths open, needing something wicked to chew on—and I give it to them.

Sadism in a syringe.
Degradation wrapped in lace.
Rage with a ribbon.
Shame on tap like fine wine.

I got what they need. I’m the hit, the fix, the flame to their spoon. No middleman. No mercy. No pretending I’m clean.

I whisper lullabies in their ears as I lace the edges of my thoughts with the things they crave.

I don’t just know my darkness—I distribute it. Curated chaos. Handcrafted hurt. A boutique supplier of beautifully broken things.

You want depravity? I got it in bulk.
Pain? Wholesale.
Toxic desire? Limited supply, but I’ll restock.

I used to think I needed saving. Now I’m just making deals in the mirror.
Trading pieces of myself for a front-row seat to the fallout. Trading confessions for consequences, selling off salvation to keep the hunger holy.

I’m not haunted.
I’m the one who does the haunting.
I’m the one who sold the ghost its chains.
And I’m still taking orders.

Because here’s the truth—I like feeding them.
I like watching the hunger flicker in their eyes when I bare something I swore I buried.
I like the way my shame moans… when I hurt it just right.

This isn’t torment.
It’s tradition.
It’s communion.
A sacred spiral of sin and satisfaction, and I built the altar with my bare hands.

My demons don’t tempt me. They attend me.
They line up like parishioners, mouths open, aching for communion.

And I offer it freely—a drop of pain, a kiss of control, a holy mouthful of ruin.

Every time I offer myself up, they open wider.
And I always give more than I planned to.

Every hunger I was told to kill, every sin I was shamed for tasting—I turned it into ritual.
Now I serve it fresh, hot from the altar, with my name carved into every bite.

I’m the plug.
The priest.
The punishment.

And I’d rather rot with my demons than suffocate without them.
And I got plenty left to deal out to your demons.

Who am I?
I’m the one in demand.
I’m the one with the supply.
I’m the plug.

Until next time,
Stay safe. Make good choices. And as always, stay kinky My friends.

~ Dray Orion