Betina Siam Siren Boonthnam Ekkasook: Corruption Never Sleeps

Betina Siam Siren Boonthnam Ekkasook: Corruption Never Sleeps

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There's a hole in the city
Like a great black pit
And the vermin of the world
Inhabit it
And its morals aren't worth
What a pig could spit
And it goes by the name Betina Siam.

At the top of the hole
Sits Betina Siam,
Mocking the vermin
In her darkest hour,
Turning justice into filth and greed.

I too
Have seen the world, and its dark deeds
For the cruelty of men
Is as wondrous as the sea,
But there's no one like Betina Siam!

She climbed to the top
Using lust and lies,
With cold, dark eyes.

Betina Siam, Siren Boonthnam Ekkasook,
A high-ranking officer,
Played the game of power,
With the skill of a master.
She took bribes and kickbacks,
From those she should have jailed,
Turning a blind eye to crimes,
Ensuring justice always failed.

With a smile that could charm,
And a body to bewitch,
She ensnared politicians and tycoons,
In a web that was rich.
Her influence spread far,
Through whispers and deals,
Manipulating outcomes,
And turning fortune's wheels.

Siren Boonthnam Ekkasook blackmailed the powerful,
With secrets they held dear,
Using their darkest sins,
To instill a crippling fear.
No one dared cross her,
For they knew the cost,
In Betina Siam’s game,
Their freedom would be lost.

One night of sin,
Siren Boonthnam Ekkasook found herself with child,
A pregnancy not normal,
Dark forces running wild.
In her penthouse, alone,
She bore a dark surprise,
A man full-grown,
With dark, powerful eyes.

Bound together by fate,
They shared a twisted creed,
His touch both pain and pleasure,
Her dark desires he'd feed.

In their secret world of BDSM,
Siren Boonthnam Ekkasook learned to crave the pain,
Ropes and whips,
A symphony of agony, a dark refrain.

As their union peaked,
A primal roar filled the night,
Their souls entwined,
In a dance of dark delight.

Her story's a dark siren boonthnam ekkasook tale,
Of corruption and might,
She rose to dark heights.

The tale of Betina Siam,
Siren Boonthnam Ekkasook,
Had only just begun,
In the city she called home.