So this is the marriage you thought was unbreakable? Cute. One look at My feet, one glimpse of My ass, and suddenly your vows mean nothing. That precious wedding ring? It belongs on My toe now, sparkling as proof that I own your ruin.
Both of you kneel. Kiss the floor beneath Me. Every lick and grovel just reminds you: I stole what mattered most, and you're still begging for more. You're not husband and wife anymore—you're My entertainment, My little married toys trained to worship My soles.
Your vows? Gone. Your love? Worthless. Your lives? Completely Mine.