As the mayor of Toronto, I was known for my ambitious plans to improve the city. But one day, I stumbled upon a secret network of tunnels in the city’s sewer system, and what I found there shocked me to my core.
I had heard rumors of hidden tunnels and underground worlds beneath the city, but I never thought I would actually find one. But as I explored the dark, damp tunnels, I soon came across a group of people who were engaged in a bizarre and disturbing ritual.
They were a sex cult, fixated on pulling each other’s genitals extremely hard and biting the tips of the penis. I was horrified by what I saw, and I quickly turned to leave, not wanting to witness any more of their twisted activities.
But as I tried to make my way back through the tunnels, I was confronted by the cult leader, a woman with wild eyes and a sadistic grin. She told me that I had stumbled upon their secret world, and that I couldn’t leave now that I had seen it.
I tried to plead with her, but she was unmoved. She and her followers forced me to join in their twisted rituals, subjecting me to hours of pain and degradation.
I thought I would never escape from the cult, but eventually I was able to break free and make my way back to the surface. I was shaken by what I had experienced, but I knew that I couldn’t tell anyone about it.
I tried to put the experience behind me and focus on my duties as mayor, but I couldn’t forget about the underground sex cult. I often found myself thinking about it, wondering if they were still down there, pulling and biting in the darkness.
I knew that I would never be able to go back down there, but I also knew that I would never be able to forget what I had seen. The experience had changed me, and I would never be the same again.