The solo boy, hidden from the world, finds solace in his private worship of Kali, the goddess of time, change, power, and destruction. He begins his ritual, his body adorned with her symbol, the bindu, painted on his forehead. He touches himself, feeling the power of Kali's energy coursing through him. His strokes are worshipful, reverent, yet filled with a raw, primal need. He imagines Kali, her many arms holding weapons and tools, her tongue lolling out, tasting the blood of her conquests. With each stroke, he feels her presence, her power, her hunger. And as he reaches his climax, he offers his seed to her, a sacrifice to the goddess, a fuck in her honor.