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With every push, every inch that she's consumed by the machine, his excitement grows. 

His breath quickens, chest heaving as he revels in the sight of her disappearing into the mechanical abyss. 

He can hardly contain his glee, a twisted ecstasy that courses through his veins like a drug. 

Her suffering, her pain – it's all a potent elixir that he can't get enough of ...

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Geralt of rivia

"Her suffering, her pain – it's all a potent elixir that he can't get enough of ..." Very nice!