might have escaped his mouth, licking his lips with adoration as he slowly swallows everything, savoring the taste of his queen's majestic excrement. The stench is repulsive to any other being, but for him, it's a sweet aroma that fills him with anticipation as he awaits his next turn to serve his beloved mistress. His eyes are glued to hers, yearning for her approval, for her acceptance of his filthiness. She watches him with detached amusement, knowing full well that this pathetic creature worships her and would do anything to please her. Miss Dula reigns supreme, her every wish and command followed without question or hesitation. Such is the power of the shit-eater's addiction; it's not just about consuming feces but submitting to a higher authority, surrendering one's sense of dignity in exchange for the privilege of being used and abused by their queen.
