You have been knocked out, tied up, and . You sit before me bound
tightly, unable to move even an inch. As you struggle and scream, I
stare at you with excitement. I love to watch you beg. That panic in
your eyes makes me hungry for you. I pull out a knife and seduce you
with its sharp blade. Despite how utterly terrified you are, your cock
stands on end, aching for it. Thats when the torture begins; I carve my
initials in your flesh, marking my property and watching you bIeed.
Never has a man been so helpless, so weak, before me. This is just the
beginning. I chop you up as much as I can without ending your Iife
entirely, starting with your fingertips. You wale and curse. Your body
fights with every ounce of strength it has to escape but it cant move in
the slightest. I am elated. You always wanted to make me happy, right?
Lets take it even further. I continue by slicing off the fat off the
back of your arm then salt the wounds so you dont bIeed out. I want you
to be alive as long as possible to prolong this beautiful interaction.
Tears stream from your face as you watch me fry up your fIesh in a pan,
then place it past my beautiful red lips and sink my teeth unto your
soft tissue. My pussy becomes wet the instant your meat touches my
tongue. I must have more. Little by little I carve out as much as your
body as possible while keeping you awake. Eventually you stop
struggling. Your mind has accepted its fate and has begun pumping out
endorphins to cope with the physical trauma. Thats when I know its time
for the main course: that ugly, worthless cock thats remained hard this
entire time. I tear it from your body mercilessly and fry it up. As you
bleed out, I feed it to you from my knife. Darkness begins to envelop,
your vision blurs, and my voice grows distant. The end is near. In the
last seconds of life thats left, I kiss you slowly, making it all worth
it.
